Since I have promised, I am more than one: My promise is a portion of my soul, A loved or hated yet authentic son; And I without his wholeness am not whole. If I deny him, I deny my own; If I neglect him, I myself am wronged; When I walk forth, no more am I alone, And his is all that once to me belonged. In his dishonor, what is my disgrace! And in his glory, how am I renowned! Ah, when the King shall bow and kiss his face, May I with him be honored, kissed, and crowned! |