God the potter moulds our clay,
God the smithy uses fire,
God the sculptor chips away
To fashion us as something higher
Than the half animal we are,
And though we are resistant still
He works his magic from afar,
Divinity in us he will,
Accepts the cross, rejects the crown,
Immortal dons the human mask,
By sacrifice the way is shown
And lightened is the daunting task
To rise above our mortal state
Participants in the grand design
Done with violence and hate
New-made, invincible, divine.