Tonight the man sweeps his feet,
For the night so asks for love.
Tonight, the man shall be watched,
By a blessing oh-so given to him.
A gift from thee Who It Is,
Bestowing never-less of love.
Never more of beauty, forgiveness,
and of fair affairs.
For tonight, the man transcends from his plane,
That has oh-so constrained him to be in.
Man may not touch of blessing,
But by thought of which it may.
Thought is bounded by man,
If man is man, man is thought.