In the beginning God named the Earth,
The waters He named the Seas.
With Sun and Moon He roused the Winds
And stirred the depths with ease.
With bounteous fish He filled the deep,
With birds He blessed the air,
On land all living creatures dwelt,
Each after his kind was there.
The Earth brought forth her grass and herb
Each yielding its own seed,
The fruit offered up her gifts,
God named it good, indeed.
Then Man, in His own image and like
Was fashioned by Him above,
And given dominion o'er all this realm,
To govern in wisdom and love.
The mountain lake, the sparkling stream,
The trees in woodland and glen,
The joyous song of each tiny bird,
All lay in the care of Men.
How has Man guarded his rich heritage,
How cherished the trust in his hand?
How shall he answer to God when He asks -
'My steward, how served ye this land?'
(Noelene Sanderson submitted this poem, written by a dear friend who passed-on, at 92, on January 17, 2013, in Gore, New Zealand. Rose had a life of service to her God through serving others, and respecting and loving all of His creation.)