Many more lines of rhymes could I bring
Many more songs so sublime could we sing
There’s no end of books we could write
Nor space enough, pleasing in our sight
Boundless and vast, odd beyond measure
Marveling at all of this, God’s Holy treasure
Bringing to bear Mountains of wonder
Written on pages stored from down under
Messages to be seen from without or within
Tossed out by someone holding back a grin