Like the grains of sand in an hourglass br Descending to their rest… br br Pure souls of divinity br Compressed by the trials of birth, br Each find themselves br Lowered into mortality. br br My children seek br To raise themselves again, br To that heavenly globe above br Without ever finding me before they do, br br And, realize not br That my coming in time br Would make temporal existence br Divine again. br br I shall turneth over reality br So that your falling, br May become your ascension br br And My precious grains of sand br Shall not descend again br Into that lower vessel br For time shall be put to rest br br In the presence of eternity.