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The infinite became finite
As the endless found end
Power became pain
As perfection felt sin
Life became death
And the Certain, unsure
That death might find failure
That good might endure
The Great became small
And the Greatest of all
Became love, wrapped in cloth
And laid in a stall
The Unbound was shackled
And then nailed to a tree
That tomorrow might come
That Hope might be free
The King was dethroned
And the Cure became ill
As Love became hate
That hate might be stilled
And so it was
So it is, and will be
That death finds defeat
In Love's desperate plea
That doubt finds it's answer
In Hope's final ploy
That God became flesh
That a soul might know joy.