Upon the seventh morn, a day of rest was born
After days of crafting wondrous life, the Maker chose to rest
The world complete, in its design, the seventh day the finest
A time for stillness, for the earth to keep,
To pause and breathe, in harmony, no more to weep
The seventh day, a gift of peace, under the Maker's release
A day to cherish, to embrace, the labor of the week's embrace
The stars in heaven twinkle bright, the Sabbath shines so right
A day to ponder, to connect, with the source of light
No work shall stir, no task shall start, on this day we find our heart
The week's creation now at peace, the seventh day's release
A blessing to all, a sacred pause, in the Maker's embrace
The seventh day, a gift of peace, under the Maker's release
A day to cherish, to embrace, the labor of the week's embrace
The stars in heaven twinkle bright, the Sabbath shines so right
A day to ponder, to connect, with the source of light
No work shall stir, no task shall start, on this day we find our heart
The week's creation now at peace, the seventh day's release
A blessing to all, a sacred pause, in the Maker's embrace
As the seventh day's light begins to wane, the world in tranquility remains
A day of rest, a day of praise, for the work that graces our days
The seventh day, a day to dream, under the sun that beams
A respite from the week's grand scheme, a moment to believe
The Sabbath ends, the cycle renews, as the eighth day's dawn construe
A time to rise, to open our eyes, to the world the Maker infuses
With the setting sun, the Sabbath is done, may peace be with everyone