On the night of my life,
A man brought me into a banquet
Peopled with guests
Wrapped in red robes;
Twas a banquet too vast
For eyes to grasp.
Suddenly, I felt odd
for my attire was
smeared with filth
But like a fountain
His love washed over me.
Still I made to leave
But his love compelled me
To stay!
I'm not what you think I am,
I confessed.
By morning one thing,
By night another. ...