He came.
He who held the waters in the hollow of his hand,
who marked off the edge of the universe,
halted the ocean at the shore,
arranged the heavens to reflect his glory in the night.
He came.
Who has painted the sun's journey across the sky?
Who, at a thought, can shape the story of mankind?
Who spun time, breathed life into dust, and fabricated light?
He came.
He who has seen the deepest echoes of my heart,
who has heard my anxious thoughts,
cradled me beneath his wings,
he who came for me.
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