Filled with humbleness and tempted by pride I kneel before you I did not command but accept the fires you send For not my hands receive and give, but through yours I deliver Incomplete yet not unjust, and with you I shall burn
Veni sancte spiritos Come and fill my vessel!
Grant me the right to speak Clothe me with the fabric of perception Here I am, bare and bleeding, facing your vast magnificence
Veni sancte spiritos Come and fill my vessel!
Am I worthy, is my dignity enow Cathechise your 7th disciple Your Spears shall pierce my nescience
Who is higher than me, who else has your authority Is my arrogance the sole ordeal in front of you?
Do these rites legitimate me to evangelise Will you guide me through the entrails of the Earth And accept my sacrifice
In the dirt, in orans posture Presenting the litany What more is there to offer than myself My deeds and thoughts, my anguish and joice
Indulging in the shadow of your splendour Building Cathedrals not of stones but words and tones Bind not these hands of yours, but anoint them with strength Fill this ardent vessel with your fiery revelation