“Creation’s seventh sunriseWe stand before the burning bush of timeThe six days were goodBut the seventh He called holyCreation’s seventh sunriseWe wake and go to work six days a weekTo struggle with the strain and stressBut the Lords’ provided for the care of our soulsA day of rejoice and restCreation’s seventh sunriseWe stand before the burning bush of timeThe six days were goodBut the seventh He called holyCreation’s seventh sunriseCome see a sanctuary made of timeCome speak forgotten words of prayerIt calls us, “Come away from your dissonant days” “Come out and breathe the garden air.” (leave your worries there) Creation’s seventh sunriseWe stand before the burning bush of timeThe six days were goodBut the seventh He called holyCreation’s seventh sunriseAnd the promise of that rest still standsTo all who would be freeAnd though we might be bound by timeWe can taste Eternity”

“Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh.”

“...God created the world in six days. On the seventh day, he rested. On the eighth day, he started getting complaints. And it hasn't stopped since.”

“God didn't create universe in six days of human measure.God's still working, then hasn't yet reached the seventh day.”

“Of the seven days God gave to us in a week, He said to take six, and use them for our business. Yet we think that we must have the seventh as well. It is like someone who, while traveling, comes upon a poor man in distress. Having but seven shillings, the generous person gives the poor man six, but when the wretch scrambles to his feet, he follows his benefactor to knock him down and steal the seventh shilling from him.”

“I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn’t all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.”