Perfection in creation is God’s from day one.
Squandering, our first parents, the inheritance won,
Sin entered the world, the pile of it impoverishing everyone.
Our Memory Divine, suffering not; we’re known for whom we truly are.
Royalty, undefiled beauty, our filiation is divine.
Would we contemplate and show gratitude for that which is sublime.
“He entrusts his truth, to our weak hands, to our weak minds.”
Consenting to love and engaging grace; we’re victors of this hellish war.
- Gary Edward Geraci