When God looked out upon creation's morning
He formed the stars and planets at a word
And set them spinning , each in his own orbit
From henceforth never to be deterred.

Ah frail man, and full of daring
That he should think himself so very wise
That he can make a "star" of his own choosing
And set it spinning through the spangled skies.

Can it be that in omniscient planning
The One who made us, out of earth's vile sod-
Allows , to us this unpredicted pleasure
The privilege to play at being God ?

    Janice Weeks, Chamberlin, Hankins, Rogers