An Another Account Of The Creation Poem by JOBY JOHN

An Another Account Of The Creation



I, Your Saviour
I, your Saviour, gave you being.
Why is your beauty not with me?
I, your Saviour, gave you being.

Even dogs and cows know their master.
Once you slept, and I drew forth your rib;
when you rose, your partner stood beside you.

I, your Saviour, made you master.

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