PSALMS © 2008
In Christ, purity, goodness, sharing,
The sensitivity that welcomes and watches over us.
In the Vatican, the luxury that shines,
But it lacks the heart that will redeem us one day.
Thousands of children in the hemisphere fall,
In the shadows of hunger and pain that never leave.
Oh Christ, the criteria are unmet, the idea has not been born,
In this cradle of uncertainties, will I be the mystery that has bloomed?
May your will be done, this I hope,
That I may be the knight, humble and sincere.
I will write your glory in verse to the universe,
And make my soul a temple immersed.
In tears and lament, I accept Your mantle,
So that tomorrow I may be Paul, the Saint.
May every word that springs forth live Your story,
And may Your eternal glory resonate in my heart.