Many many years ago,

Man thought the Earth was flat,

It was thought to ride upon a turtle

Or on an elephant it sat.

But as the years rolled slowly by,

Man found this wasn't so,

So how come the Book of Genesis,

Written long ago,

Could tell us that the World was round,

A ball hung out in space,

Could it be that they know more than us,

How could that be the case?

They had no planes or rockets then,

To prove that this was so.

Then someone must have told then,

And only One would know,

The Creator of the Universe.

The One who hung it out in space,

Made it right for habitation.

Then produced the human race.

The Sovereign Lord Jehovah.

He told men long ago.

It wasn't no great secret.

He informed man it was so. Joan Brown

Mossfield Road

Kearsley.

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