What of the One who lit the moon?
The One who lights these stars?
Like candles shining through a tapestry
The sky is the world’s memoir

Tell of the One whispering gently to me
Of the Heart of golden strength
Tell of the One whose hands I see
And of His glorious face

Speak to me with sweet swells of passion
Of the everlasting mercy and grace
That crashes off the brim of my cup
With rivers streaming steady and great

What of the One who lends His ear?
And of His Holy Name?
Like fierce lightning has split the sky
So am I forever separated by shame.