I wanna sing a new song, with words that describe your majesty.  A melody that’s so strong like the beat of my heart in gratefulness of the sacrifice offered me.  Believing in myself I weave octave and sestet, so tightly at first-look you cannot distinguish them together, but just as when I screamed at the storm to cease, I have the habit of  worrying about the weather instead of embracing comfort from the sleeping Christ beside me. How to convey in a simplistic method, the fourteen steps from shame into joy, as the generations you mingled together to produce such a glorious boy.  How else to explain, the joy found even in my pain then my neurons or gluons to be given voice.  Or to utter from the nucleus of my soul, sounds, groans and hidden harmonies to which only God’s Spirit may make you aware.  Do I dare cry out for a song so stunning that it stops men running, waking them from their own path to consider the glories of God?  Why else have I been born then to give this testimony of promises sworn, not by fleshly and fickle men with limited character but by Almighty God, the origin of all that is Holy and True.