Being devote is not restricted to these walls
It is a role that begins at every door
May I never mock, ridicule, deride,
Nor snipe with my vicious words or deeds
Love is the fruit but the thirst for it is the seed
Never to crush that love which jealously shows
May my bitterness brush the sweet sacred feet
Ever praising Truth wherever we meet
But if I impart harsh suffering to any soul
With the cruel words or deeds that I impose
God will thus deem, blood of a thousand saints
Are stained on my face and clothes
