The ancient world foretold its fate that one would come from on high
Strong and tall and brave he would be but heavy doom to him was tied
No pity would he feel no sorrow for the worlds passing; on him it had no tie
For the Divine One gave him a heart so clean where evil could not hide
It was a cleansing he would bring for no message would be said
For the promise he once made ancient prophecy his way now led
Of she who rode now at his side; his dowry of truth and righteousness
for his re-discovered bride so that her divine light could again sing
~~Thy Wife
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