This world began, one day, far back
In time so long ago, forgotten;
Yet, you have writ it in your book:
How even time’s from you begotten!

Will I ever understand
How you could be before it all?
For I am just a mortal man,
My intellect is weak and small.

How can you ever do an act,
When there’s no time to do it in?
A deed must be begun in fact,
And done, and finished, to fit in.

There’s always time before each deed,
When still it hasn’t yet been done,
And then it is, as time decreed;
The times now after. Before is gone.

Yet you predestined me in fact!
Before time was, your own you chose;
How did you ever do that act,
Without a time so to disclose?

I’m stuck in time, I live and breathe
This medium of changing wind;
Perhaps, more knowledge I’ll receive
When to your home for me you send.