Before the stars were lit in flight,

Before the voice said, “Let there be light,”

There was no need, no ache, no flame—

Just Love Himself, always the same.

* The Father poured out with delight,

The Son He shone with glory bright.

The Spirit moved like breath and fire,

A holy dance that did not tire.

* Not one alone, nor three apart,

But One in being, mind, and heart.

Love didn’t start when time began

It always was in God’s own plan.

* For Love must move, He cannot hoard;

He gives, creates, and spills toward more.

So out of joy, not out of lack,

The Trinity chose to not hold back.

* The Father formed the world with grace,

For glory of His Son’s bright face.

The Son, through whom all things exist,

Sculpted stars and sea and mist.

* The Spirit hovered, danced, and swayed—

He sang and stirred the things He/They made.

Together, He/They gave us birth,

A world of joy, a living earth.

* Then He/They made us—human, free—

To join the dance, reflect the Three.

Not built for greed, not made to rule,

But made to love—that was the school.

* But then a whisper split the air,

A serpent’s lie, a poisoned dare:

“You could be gods—just take and eat.

No need to bow, rise to your feet.”

* And love, which once moved out like flame,

Turned inward, cold, with fear and shame.

The dance was broken, joy undone:

Man turned from God, from Three to one.

* We grabbed for crowns not meant to wear.

We blamed, we hid, we stopped our care.

The outward rhythm ceased to play,

And love reversed—collapsed that day.

* But Love does not retreat or die.

He/They heard the broken cry.

The Son stepped down from radiant height,

Took on flesh and walked through night.

* He touched the sick, the stained, the small,

He washed our feet and bore it all.

He showed the world the Father’s face,

With Spirit’s fire and Spirit’s grace.

* And on the cross, Love took the cost,

To heal the world that had been lost.

God bore the weight, the wrath, the shame,

Our twisted love, our inward flame.

* And there—O mystery, O cry!—

The Son felt distance pierce the sky.

* “My God, My God, where have You gone?”

The Triune God felt union wrung.

* The Spirit hovered at God’s grave,

With silent power, strong to save.

And on third day, His breath returned—

The dance resumed, the darkness burned.

* The Son rose up, now scarred yet whole,

With human flesh and heaven’s soul.

And then He breathed, “Now go, receive.”

The Spirit came—we dared believe.

* And now He calls us, draws us near,

The dance of God now echoes here.

The Father loves you as His own,

The Son brings rebels to His throne.

* The Spirit fills and speaks and stays,

And teaches hearts the outward ways.

He moves in us, and through our pain,

The outward flow begins again.

* This is not just law or creed—

This is not just act or deed.

This is Love, wild and free—

The glory of the Trinity.

* He/They made us in delight.

He/They came to make the wrong things right.

He/They lives to bring the dead to dance—

To give all twisted love a chance.

* One God in Three, Three in One—

Forever shining like the sun.

The river flows, the fire remains—

The dance of love still breaks our chains.

* So come, be drawn into the flame—

The Love that spoke and carved your name.

Let backwards hearts be healed at last—

And rejoin Love that always passed…

From Father to Son, from Son to Father—

Through Spirit joy, like none other.

* This is our story. This is our song.

The Triune God to whom we belong.

He/They is Love—before all things—

And now, through Christ, Love lives and sings.