Under Sun long ago, we sinned,
The ground was overspread with thorns,
For our crime.

A cloud of doubt darkened the sky;
The presence of God: fear.
For our crime.

And Suns many afterward,
Our Hero bore these thorns,
For our crime.

A cloud of judgment darkened the sky;
The presence of God: fear.
For our crime.

And in the Sun three days past this;

He rose up pierced of thorns but whole,
For our life sublime.