I loved myself—the most to love,
I hated you—my Lord above.
You made me change my wicked ways,
You left me there for forty days.
And when the stars all disappeared,
I wandered lost for forty years.
I heard a voice call in the night,
With open ears and blinded sight.
A lifted veil—from off my face,
A gentle kiss—of loving grace.
You reach your hand and touch my heart,
The blackened stone is torn apart.