These are the generations
That went forth from the garden
That emerged from the ark
That climbed off the altar
And crawled out of the pit.
These are the generationsÂ
That rose from the bullrushes
That refused the yokes
And outlasted the mortar and brick that built the ancient cities.
These are the generations
That strode toward redemption
And not once remained in degradation.
For their becoming has been one timeless movement toward repair.