How can I express explicitly how my story was,
When all I can think of now is the mission
And all I ever dreamed of came to be as I met the one who died solely because he loved me
Even when I hated His guts at that time
He loves me: he chose to be poor, became lowly condescended so low
To become a man born in a manger of a virgin whose lineage was not royalty.
How can I phantom the express image of The invisible,
Born in a manger, so I can be born of the seed of him who loved me first.
