Forged as thought was wrought foretold

Beaten mettle, emblazoned, bold

Molten cast in conscience cold

Incessant torment, be abided by none

Life’s bitter promenade by pride

Sore invited  and faith derides

Draught ardor’s will, coincides

Remanded to Travail's dire dungeon

In epochs unwinding and distilling of time

Vast, near innumerable ancestry, blind

Disparaged vision of the Messianic Line

Depravity’s want fulfilled obsession

Hostage to its ill reservations

Reprehensible gloom bleeds aspirations

Oh, dreamless crevasse, where is salvation?

Now prayer avails by the Healer’s ascension.

'Ere the sun it’s mocking rays

Decry my heart in penance pays

A debt beyond my life-long ways

Eclipsing black, shines the Beckoning One

Light of Life, King of Days

My hollow will is yours, amazed

Will gift unceasing, my Maker’s praise

Faithful and True, in Heaven's procession.