My Lord and my God, we praise Thee,
we bless Thee, we worship Thee. Make us like Thee.
You are willing to drink of the cup that I drink of
the wine of sorrow and disappointment.
You are Mine and will grow both of you more and more like Me, your Master.
True it is today as it was in the days of Moses that no man can see My face and live.
The self, the original Man, shrivels up, dies; upon the soul becomes stamped My image.
For whom he did foreknow,
he also did predestine to be conformed
to the image of his Son.