In a dark night everywhere around me. I hear a child softly weeping. I resist the compassion. Because I know that a volk’s heart is fossilized, rock hard.

In a dark night surrounding me everywhere. I hear a child singing sadly. But before I bring myself closer to help. I know that a volk has supplanted God from their heart.

In a dark night where nobody can find their way anymore. I hear a child calling, oh I am blind. But before I want to grab his hand to keep him safe. I remember, a volk was kind to Satan.

In a dark night, pitch-dark around me. I hear a child sadly whining. But before I ask about his sorrow. I remember, a volk is standing estranged from her God.

In a dark night without the moon shining. I hear the lamentation of a child resounding. But before I beckon him closer with the light of a chandelier. I remember, he frolicked cheerfully with the world.

In a cold dark night with only the North Pole wind. I hear the scared distress call of a child. Before I can stop myself, I have found him. Because I know, in unprecedented Love, God is still kind to him.