O Lord, I am a white-washed wall
Surrounding human vile
Inherited from Adam’s fall
With twisted human will.
And yet there’s knowledge deep inside,
Some goodness there remains–
Gives me a hope there still abides
Your image, although stained.
The knowledge of my human wrong
Is first step to Your right,
But evil in me is so strong
I need in me Your might.
But it’s so hard for me to see
That might in human life;
Your strength found in humility
Amid our human strife.
For as a Child to world You came
From Mother, one of us;
Humility of her was same
As took You to the Cross.
“I am the Lord’s Handmaid,” she said—
Became “Thy will be done;”
In Garden You’re new human head
And with Your Mother one.
And now there stirs within my heart
Humility’s own strength.
Like You I’m called to Mary’s part;
With New Eve I must think.
And when I say “I’m Lord’s handmaid,”
In me Your image see;
Your goodness there which you have made,
With Mary, sets me free.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 