Prime

Triune God

True light behind all things

Your grace, you yourself

Stream down from heaven.

Through mist

And wafting spirals of smoke

You join our chipped and crazed lives

Not here by accident, but by intention

The hands hold your body aloft

Are wrinkled, callused, and pained

Joints crack, blood-dark purple bruises abound

Cuts are slow to heal.

Here, you have chosen the humble to bear your glory

The simple bread of coarse flour,

And tasteless water.

Wine: dry and basic.

Lift your heads and see, oh ancient portals

Open yourselves you newborn gates

The LORD has entered your presence

Who is this LORD of Glory?

Raise your unbound hands: oh peoples

Every nation: sing and be glad

For the King of Glory has entered:

The LORD of Heaven and Earth.