"Harken, ye faithful, to a tale of old Of Grace, Glory, and Might, we're told Three powers entwined, their might untold Their union marked by Love, Beauty, and Perfection bold Grace, oh divine Grace, the first of three Her softness and beauty, a sight to see Her gentle touch, a balm to the soul Her tender mercy, a healing whole Glory, oh Glory, the second of the three Her strength and power, a sight to see Her mighty voice, a call to arms Her radiant light, a source of charm Might, oh Mighty Power, the third of the three His force and vigor, a sight to see His unyielding will, a force to reckon His unwavering strength, a power unbroken In the center, they met, this mighty triad As one they stood, and their power they bade Together they sought Love, Beauty, and Perfection Their union marked by a divine connection With Grace, they found beauty in every sight With Glory, they found love in every might With Power, they found perfection in every fight Together, they found the source of God's light. Thus, the Triumvirate of Grace, Glory, and Power Found in Love, Beauty, and Perfection, their flower A divine grace, a perfect union, a sight to see An ode to the beauty of eternity."