After the skies were split,
And the heavens had spoken,
I followed my will out into the desert,
Where I fasted and prayed for forty days.
Alone in the wilderness with my prayers and my thoughts,
I who have existed before existence,
Thought of you my friend,
Long before you existed.
In your kindness think of me now,
Who wait for you, "a prisoner of my own love",
In the tabernacles of a million churches
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