We face the man of darkness.
He stands before the door.
“Through this place you will enter.
Your dress of flesh: no more.”

“I don’t want to enter”, the beg is clearly made.
“I want what I dare to want”.
“Regardless”, speaks he, “You will enter here.”
We are forced to receive his black taunt.

So we go through that forbidden place.
And since we must ride the dark ride.
What shall we do for preparation’s great sake?
For from God’s Great Law we can’t hide.

Open the box, then, and let me peak in.
I’m sure that the contents astounds.
But better received is the thrust of my shame
While I’m dirt and to flesh I am bound.

By His Grace.