The angels were all in wonderment
at what kept Him so enthralled.
He had been smiling wider lately;
His laughter echoed off the walls.
The angels never ventured far
Because they didn't want to miss
The reason that the Son kept saying,
"Oh Father, how 'bout this?"
And after what had seemed like years
The Master came forth at last.
Something tiny was in His hands,
And that something He held fast.
Then the Radiant King slowly stooped
Where the angels could clearly see,
They all quickly clustered 'round
To find what it could be.
Then the Master unclenched his hands
And all Heaven peered into them.
One angel gasped their accordant thoughts;
"Why, it almost looks like Him!"
And though no one dared to ask the question
The master's eyes filled with elation,
The Son just smiled as the Father said;
"Its my most precious creation!"