In the beginning, woven by the Creator’s hand, Spoke into existence, where stars and worlds stand. “God,” the singular artist of cosmos and sea, Crafted in His image, you and me.
United in essence under celestial dome, “One Race,” declared He, the earth our shared home. “Human,” He named us, kin by design, Boundless diversity, yet fundamentally aligned.
Flowing through veins, a river vivid and bold, “One Blood,” the life-force, in crimson it rolled. “Red,” the hue of passion, pain, and power, A symbol of life in its brightest hour.
Yet amidst this splendor, a shadow crept unseen, “One Problem,” whispered, subtle and serene. “Sin,” it hissed, a fracture deep and wide, A rift ’twixt the soul and the Divine.
In the murk and the twilight, hope flickered dim, A chasm unbridged, prospects grim. “One Solution,” proclaimed a voice so bright, Cutting through despair, a beacon of light.
“Jesus Christ,” He came, not in thunder, but in whisper, His life for ours, the ultimate fixer. Through Him the broken are made whole, Restoring peace, reclaiming soul.
Thus the tale unfolds, of love’s grand design, From One Creator’s breath to the end of time. Through One Race, One Blood, and One redeeming Son, Heaven’s perfect answer, where all is undone.
