Would you believe me if I told you, I beheld Grace?
Would you believe me if I told you, I ran a race?
For in her eyes, the sun rose and went to sleep,
The stars sparkled and the moon glowed, I went to sleep.
I beheld Grace,
Oh, daughter of the earth…stay true to your grace,
For the thing about essence is that once it’s drained,
nothing, not even grace, is sustained.