In my sin I have been a slave
To seven deadly foes,
And I myself can never save
From these that cause my woes.
Their captain is the sin of pride,
Destroys humility;
I try to draw the world inside
And bring calamity.
I need to be a person new
Re-made from inside out,
But how to do it I’ve no clue–
Consumed I am with doubt.
Then in my heart’s despair I hear
The call of still, small voice
That penetrates my every fear;
I know I have a choice.
And I hear, “You’re my special one
Since time I first began;
Come to me through my Only Son
And build no more on sand.
“For He’s foundation of my all
And not your pride’s deceit:
That is what made First Adam fall
Away from mercy’s seat.
“Take on yourself His gentle yoke
And build upon His rock,
For it’s His Church that my Word spoke
That Devil cannot block.
“My Spirit poured through Sacraments
Will make your person new:
Know in you heaven’s merriment
That others in you view.
“Then through you others will Me hear,
My voice since first of time
That will cast out their sinful fears
And teach My Spirit’s rhyme.
“And you in heart will wisdom know
With seven virtues deep,
As My Son in you ever grows;
He’ll you for heaven keep.”
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 