You have spilled in me,
From the cherabims, sweet melodies.
From the superb golden trumpets,
And the unicorn horns.
My soul you have blessed.
My spirit you have carved beauteous.
In me you have sown fortunes.
Now here is my chant
Of reminiscence heartfelt.
To be sown you made me first,
To ripe you made me,
When the season it's ripe.
Flooded all my contours nourishment.
On the peaks you made me nest,
With gladness,
Happiness and greatness,
All in your presence.
Hyms I'll sing in praise.
Always
© engleberttbruce