Priesthood

Like Samson I am blinded by my sin;
My strength by evil angels has been shorn,
And long I now to see Him once again
To be with oil anointed from His horn.

And then I feel the touch of holy balm,
And eyes once blind are opened and I see
As oil drips from my forehead on my palms—
My hands anointed to set captives free.

My weakness is the gate for Your sure strength
To flow through me to others You anoint;
To save them You will go to any length
And give your cross to those whom You appoint

To be the Gospel of Your saving death—
Through weakness rise—You give us all new health.