See the firebird ready to take flight.
I who am a bull,
for heavy is my burden.
I who am an eagle,
flying through these seven worlds.
I who am a lion,
ever fierce to protect my own.
I gladly garbed in human form.
Ah, this human form,
this blessed conception,
original, immaculate,
most high and holy.
Divine, divine,
the highest of craft
of the most holy hand.
Divine, divine,
blessed and set apart.
For Beauty has a human face.
For Mercy holds a human heart.
So hark and hear the angels sing:
‘Hallelujah, hallelujah,
She comes, She comes,
comes forth in great glory,
comes dressed as a bride.
Divine, divine,
most high and holy.’

By Uriel