In glory far beyond all earthly thought,
He sat enthroned in timeless majesty-
The Father, Son, and Spirit—one—with naught
To mar the perfect Love’s infinity.
Was Heaven’s beauty not enough a home?
Or flawless love, an empty well to Him?
Did some privation drive His heart to roam?
Must love, though true, still fade a tarnished gem?
Or is such love so full and deep and strong
That it cannot but long to share its state,
To magnify the wonders of its song,
Despite the pain, determine to create?
For our great God devised the sacred plan
And spoke the mystery: “Let us make man.”
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