For in foundations-deep this bane resides,
From it our sight he brewed.
A Lion’s den, a burning furnace,
An affirmation to this infinity I see.
With the last of my embryonic fear
Shedding in grace’s mighty embrace,
Like a parting sea, a prodigal racing to his father,
I see hope erupting in violent splatters.
Nehemiah the builder,
Blood and wood; Deliverer.
Battleax of a thousand souls!
Living? breathing? moving?
Alas! I can say,
Hopelessness with wide eyes met its bane
As the cornerstone took a stand
Pulling out grace in its stead.
Now I toast;
Cheers to the carpenters first son,
The King divine,
The maker of Earth and master too.