God’s O

So, what is truth, you say, but know
because you made the total show
those billion years of work were slow
to sort out coal and make the O
for us to breathe by trees which grow.
You worked at us and then said, Lo,
you dwell with God, though far below.
First, understand, sometimes it’s No,
Or you will always live in woe.
Then learn to cultivate and mow.
You live in truth, so off you go
And learn to live and not to crow.
Learn first from me, the Christ with you,
Then you will fathom what is true.

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