TRUE STATEMENT

MY FATHER, CREATOR OF THE SUN, WHAT A MARVELOUS CREATION FOR FUN.  THE MOON, THE STARS.  WHETHER FULL OF BEGINNINGS OR AN END; NEVER FAILS TO SEND THOSE PRECIOUS RAYS AS I LOOK FORWARD TO DAYS.

THE STARS BRIGHT IN THE SKY FOR THE WORLD TO LOOK, MANY STARS AND FACES IN BOOKS.  THE CLOUDS THAT BEAUTIFUL PUFF OF AIR, LOOKING MAKES YOU JUST STARE AND ONE WISHES TO BE THERE.

FATHER CREATOR YOU MADE SO MUCH, YOU EVEN BREATHED LIFE INTO DUST.  YOU FORMED MAN OUT OF MERE CLAY AND YOU ALSO CREATED DAY, AND LIGHT I'M GLAD YOU DID NIGHT.  I HAVE A FAVOR TO ASK, I HATE TO MISS THINGS CAN MY TIME GO PAST?  I'M SITTING HERE STUCK IN A RUT, CAGED UP LIKE A MUTT.  EVEN THAT YOU CREATED, CAN I GET PROPERLY MATED?  FATHER KNOWS BEST, I DO UNDERSTAND, YET I'M FED UP WITH MAN!