Kyrie Eleison - Poem by David Mitchell
My Jesus, for the hatred I have shown You
In every sin committed since my birth,
As if I might ignore You or disown You,
My name should be deleted from the earth.
But take away my soul-destroying pride, Lord,
And, which re-crucifies You, all my sin,
For ever let Your sanctity abide, Lord;
And help us all this fearful fight to win.
You made us, Lord, to love You and to serve You,
And not to turn to our own evil wills;
For, save Your Blessed Mother, none deserve You;
We madly turn towards the death that kills.
Have mercy on us, God of Power and Might,
And save us from our ever-ending night.
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