I Am that I Am, I, the First and the Last, Alpha and Omega, I Am... I have a plan, most perfect plan, of which you may not discern ... would you discern, My perfect plan, Child, please ask of me, O to discern, My perfect plan, ask, I child will show to thee! Created I, woman and man, my garden they might keep, but within the garden was two trees, life and death, two trees, now you might think which tree to choose, and I would agree with you, but no they chose, the forbidden tree, to die not live, O how that baffled me! But know I did from the start, which choice of the two trees, so before I made a man, a plan was formed by me, a perfect plan, amidst the sin, mankind would choose to do, but you would hope, good works to learn, and set about to do, but after a test, repent I did, and must destroy the sinful race... Was this the plan, the perfect plan, you may question next, but I assure you part it is, to save the race, I did flood the place, till only eight were left, but One man preflood, passed the test, and lived a righteous life, and for that life I saved his wife, and three son's with each their wife... Now men are most stubborn souls, even when as Judge, I sat, and to try my soul, gathered fired brick with coal, a tower they would build, to make a name, and show distain, would build it to the sky, how high you ask, did they build, I tell you it was high, But confound did I, the words on high, against those far below, till all words they'd known, were of different tones, language you now Child know, and they dispersed across the earth, till by culture, all righteous were near lost! Well I have a plan, a perfect plan, and you will learn from my friend Jōb, a righteous man, who loved my plan, and blest was my friend Jōb...till the day, a new moon day, when all the Son's of God, came to meet, from worlds they keep, as should have, the first created man... The plan I have, would restore man, because I love him so, but twas not the time, this meeting time, to have my plan fulfilled, so I set the seen, in sanctuary, where My Father abides, when in walked on, a wayward son, who caused the great divide... I relate to you, O Child of God, this tale of Jōb, my friend, for He has shone, all near his home, the Love of his friend, God... O how it pains me deep inside, but this surely must be done, to show my Love, is not coerced, but is returned, as righteous love! So make yourself comfortable, as by Moses,this tale relates, the same who I chose to use, for he was very meek, and if you will rēad along, in the book of Jōb, for this tale is best red aloud, after you hear these songs!
