Dusty Somethings rough draft

First of all, let me explain something. 

This is a rough draft for a Fine Arts poem that I am going to enter. Fine Arts is an event where hundreds of Assemblies of God youth groups get together to showcase their talents, like singing, dancing, acting, painting, writing, and so on. Last year I wrote a poem for it and got a good score, so this year I want to do it again. 

The poem I have is basically about the creation story in the most abstract, confusing imagery I could, while still telling the same thing.  I've already finished my rough draft, and I'd like all you people to read it and give me some  constructive critisism on how to improve it. 

Anyway, here it is:

Through the darkened space of nothing

Light engulfs unending voids

Alights upon a dusty something

And makes a greenish asteroid.

Condensed, the sky, in liquid thunder

Confined to lap against the land

To carry beasts that glide in water

And offer life to drying hands.

Then creatures rise to dwell in splendor

Brought to be by words alive

These noble souls reflect the wonder

That dusty things can be and thrive.

The Kind then stoops in unused soil

A place untouched by living light

And with His hands the King thus toils

Imbues a form with His own life.

A soul ignites withing this nothing

He joins the King upon His throne

And though he was a dusty something

The King has always loved him so.

Tell me what you think and how I might make it better!

~ Olivia :)