I have declared war on the innocent surprised
Cut off my steady right hand
And sent proclamations across the land.
I have tremored and bled and given away my hope
Been undead, released and broke.
Yet I have clothed my child in love.
My useless body clothed in love and nothing more.
This love that has torn away my hood.
So now I see the world in full relief.
All the terror, glory, light and grief.
You see the north wind blew a man to me.
And my fate was shaped that day he crossed the sea.