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[size=+1]" Who spread the stars across the Universe, To shine like diamonds in a vaulted hall, He broadcast them as hand-sown seeds might fall, Or as coins spilled from some rich king's purse. He made man for better or for worse
And placed him on a tiny spinning ball That whirled around one star, so small, yet I have heard man give to Him the curse. Would man in his own adoration bask,
Denying God performed this mighty task ? Oh yes, we have these hands, this brain of ours, And these are free, with no restraining bars, but lest you get conceited in your powers, man - make for me a galaxy of stars. "[/size]
And placed him on a tiny spinning ball That whirled around one star, so small, yet I have heard man give to Him the curse. Would man in his own adoration bask,
Denying God performed this mighty task ? Oh yes, we have these hands, this brain of ours, And these are free, with no restraining bars, but lest you get conceited in your powers, man - make for me a galaxy of stars. "[/size]
