I have held you against my heart since before creation,
As we designed the stars together as a whole; a trinity.
Omnipotent - I feel powerless against this incarnation.
My child – what now is mortal was once infinity.

And now your hands, they run with dying blood.
I cannot watch my perfect son becoming sin.
They drop your broken shell into the mud.
My only hope is that soon you’ll be with me again.

And now those that say they love and know you,
They might as well have spit upon your face.
They judge, steal, kill, despise for what is “true.”
I have to watch them make you a disgrace.

And now they turn to me with worship and praise.
Though he refuses to hear me, I still listen as the hypocrite prays.