Perfect and wise
Creator of heavens and earth
He covers Himself with light
As with a garment who stretches
Out the heaven
He never sleeps, neither slumbers
Nothing is hidden from Him
He lights the dawn with His presence
And the day with the warmth of His power
His name is I AM always present
Holding the world in the palm of His hands
Behold the Lamb of God!
Carrying the sins of the world
Away, far away.
His body, Oh, His body!
Not a place found
Sound, but all marred
And without form.
Hundreds and hundreds
Of beatings on Him applied
His soul bowed down with
Anguish untold
Not a word, not a cry
Bowed down to the beatings
Quietly, He sighed.
Light from the Word 