The proud destroy the noble,
And swift is the justice of Love
When is reflected back upon the proud
Their own iniquity, and Love departs them.
Broken and trembling, the noble are lifted up
And borne away on wings of grace,
Whereas the proud -- shorn of all that gives strength,
Stand desolate, and finally are shattered
When the Light from the Eye of God
Shines forth, and illumines the hollowness within.
And like Michael, that radiant hero of fools,
The Lord stands -- triumphant over them all.
Then the proud, no longer the proud, are borne away
On wings of grace. And Love returns to them.
And swift is the justice of Love
When is reflected back upon the proud
Their own iniquity, and Love departs them.
Broken and trembling, the noble are lifted up
And borne away on wings of grace,
Whereas the proud -- shorn of all that gives strength,
Stand desolate, and finally are shattered
When the Light from the Eye of God
Shines forth, and illumines the hollowness within.
And like Michael, that radiant hero of fools,
The Lord stands -- triumphant over them all.
Then the proud, no longer the proud, are borne away
On wings of grace. And Love returns to them.
