As I Held Lightning

I. One cloudless day, without spring shower or monsoon, angels made their stand; and conjured otherworldly power, one cloudless day, without spring shower. When God chose me that fateful hour, as I held lightning in my hand, that cloudless day without spring shower, I was marked for evil to devour. II. Though crucified, reviled by hate, I dwelt in my ivory tower; inspired by love, what I create, though crucified, reviled by hate. My sweet songs showed how God was great; fertilized by life's manure, my flower bled, crucified, reviled by hate, by evil men, the world, and fate.