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.