From the dust in the hand of God
With a whisper in a storm
In the presence of a quiet hum
Watching a chicken cross the road
Then creating Adam
With a long odyssey ahead
Breathing life into the egg
From the dust in the hand of God
With a whisper in a storm
In the presence of a quiet hum
Watching a chicken cross the road
Then creating Adam
With a long odyssey ahead
Breathing life into the egg
