"He spoke and it came to be,
He cried and his mother fed him.
He commanded and it stood firm,
He whimpered and His father comforted him.
The Lord reigns,
He made himself nothing.
He is exalted over all the peoples,
A servant, born in the likeness of men.
Wonder of all time and space,
The creator chooses a dirty birth:
Born in a mucky shed,
Born in my mucky heart."
- Mark Spybey