O Moving Form of Dust!
I desire communion with thee,
but thou wouldst put no trust
in Me. The sword of thy rebellion hath felled the tree of thy hope.
At all times I am near unto thee, but thou art ever far from Me.
Imperishable glory I have chosen for thee,
yet boundless shame thou hast chosen for thyself.
While there is yet time, return,
and lose not thy chance.