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!
