The Creation

Capture the carpenter
He's goin too slow,
A wagon of words will drove you,
when it's your turn to go.

You'll find yourself in the woods then,
coz thats where he live,
and if the shadows scare you,
dont run but be ready to give.

You're the handler of the light,
you'll know it in the dark,
the machinary within you;
is nothin but God's part.

If you see a snake in there,
you must not follow the trails,
where it goes, nobody knows,
thus beware.

If its a dew on the white leaf you see,
open your heart and believe,
the creation starts here,
the carpenter lives there.

It all becomes clear when you find the rarest of rare,
the dew is you,
and You are the carpenter my dear.