Find the symmetries of a curve,
A tool to hammer out a sketch,
I'll add it to my belt although I find,
I miss half a swing for each I hit,
My arm grows steady with the time,
As all the memories I swifter fetch,
And grow the satisfaction I preserve.

Broken body,
Outpoured blood,
Sustenance for a feeble soul,
Salvation for a hungry people,
Great rising joy for all the world,
Praise You for You did not spare,
A hand or leg but gave it all,
Your body crushed,
My soul redeemed.