I grew proud
And fell from the one
Who made me
After my fall
I cried
For seven millenia
Those tears
Filled
Seven great jars
Enough to douse
The fires of hell
Redemption
Restoration
The world
Outside and in
Are but a shell
For the flesh
To hide sin
Finding truth
Requires seeking
It must be begun
Seeking truth
Requires patience
Patience requires hope
Hope requires love
Love unites us
With the one
Our creator
Of the universe
