Dosage Fluctuates.

Their thoughts were as quiet to their maker as their voice was to their family.
Mortally they were sent back for being too naughty or nice; for God had unfinished thought only they could convey.
Not by my hands can I make them told
but I can try, each thought; and you can't win them all.
They washed their hands and thought of making it a lie, denying it, putting it down to hallucination.
That's where you came in I think!
Jesus, can you explain creation?
Again, God gave his explanation.