“God, we can’t explain it, we can’t explain it, neither can we explain why the sky doesn’t have an end, how the world can revolve around. And it so perfect, till twenty years before, they can tell when the eclipse of the sun is coming, because Your machinery works exact; we can’t produce a piece of machinery to be that exact. Oh, but, Great Jehovah, Who holds this earth here in space, it’s perfect, and we love You, and all Your doings are just and right.” WMB