Timeless Worker, great and grand,
breath of God, his strong right hand.
How oft have I slighted and grieved you, One so dear,
working to save me, and teach me holy fear.
I was formless and void, when first you hovered over my face,
with designs for a holy purpose, chiseled in mercy and grace.
Seasons of sculpting, you lovingly set into place,
to yield a nature of Sonship, for Father to embrace.
Though this nature is not mine, I have gained it through the Son,
and through you great and grand Worker, all-illuming One.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, amen.