The Crucible

The aura of your heavenly corpus,
Draws me by your divine force,
And raises an inner turmoil and chaos,
Will there be for me recourse?

That if I live, I will toil and rise,
But if with you, I shall live like a king,
That when I die, I will soar with the angels,
But if in your arms, soar I will to Him.

Let courage be my biggest strength,
And fear of loss and abandonment the hurdles,
Let me reach you through owe and obedience,
And through faith and loving devotion.

Bow I shall to your commands,
And I shall fit in with my hopes of life,
To scale down the crucible,
To win you in a stellar stride.