In the demon land you are weak
Cannot  stand; are overcome yet
Rising above this evil cannot fol-
Low.  It is not that you are strong
That you overcome but that in
This other space the devil cannot
Reach you where you are now.
How can it be that here the evil
Fingers can no longer shape the
Pliable clay.  It is fated that man
Shall fall in love and so be less
And less till be God's hand he
Be kneaded  as near as nothing
Is to one and like helium is be
Rising even as the son.  For the
Maker lifts up His clay.  His sod
He brings to life with each day.
He has promised that the meek
Shall inherit the earth and all
Shall be on earth as in heaven
As little children.the falling
Stars shall grace this place
That love may rise and fall
We know not all but rise and
Fall in love.  It is enough...