In the very beginning, when this great universe lay in
the mind of God like unborn forests in the acorn-cup,
long before the echoes walked the solitudes,
before the mountains were brought forth,
and long before the light flashed through the sky,
God loved His chosen creatures!
Before there was creatureship--when the ether was not
fanned by angel's wing, when space itself had not an
existence, when there was nothing except God alone--
even then, in that loneliness of Deity and in that deep quiet
and profundity, His love moved for His chosen people.
Even then their names were written on His heart,
and they were dear to His soul.