Robed in beauty and boundless light/You stepped forward into the temporal night/of fallen man.
And there you took upon yourself the sin/of those you created with a plan to win/then back from the Fall.
Who can count the cost of the eternal step?/Who may mirror or echo it among the fallen race of men?/None.
But in that step you prepared a way back/from sin’s night of drear and black/and once more up and into glistening eternity.
March 29, 2004.