Earned hence, when all the world was new, before our God in his good grace, defined the profiles of the trees, before he drawn the ragged land from out the foam, and in before he'd set the mighty sun upon its course, he bent his gaze upon a future scene in which he saw, omniscient one, a person not unlike myself, lonely and alone, bruised and scarred, not in body but in soul, aching, wounded, not in body but in heart, from forcefulness, treachery, deceit, and mercifully did he set in place a remedy for which that person craved, an ungunt, a balm to mitigate that loneliness brought on by perfidious friends and lovers in the past, and God perceiving that to alleviate the pain of treachery and hurt, devised a plan, and at one sure stroke created he a one whose loyalty none ever could reproach, a soul who perfidious acts aboard, who detested and despised such base forms, and God created such a one who waited in the wings of that lost soul's life to step upon his stage at some later date, and by that presence bring a balm, an antidote to pain, to sue the unhappy aching heart, to make that heart and soul to sing. Before the start of time, God devised this plan, and to the plan he gave a name, and the name a simple word, he called that person friend, he called that person you.