Called to the Laurels

O heart with brimming promises,

With coals, burned up with passions

Long planted, and nurtured, and pured,

Bleed blood;

Expelling from the pores

All wickedness, all envy, all scorn.

Beat, beat, beat

Beating out my sin.

The only way to weed it out is beating suffering.

But suffer do I now cause self-

Fish I am to me.

I'm squirming through and in my self

Caused misery.

I lap it up

Spit it out

Ravished by the taste.

Cooled coals

Poisoned heart

Tortured Holy Faith. 

Instill in me a holy heart, 

A heart unstained by sin,

And then I'll have what I've long sought,

And thousand souls we'll win.

But nothing seems to happen

Unless I beat within

Away all vices, with Your help,

Along with suffering. 

So to my buddy suff'ring!

My friend through thick and thin.

No matter who's the cause of it

You bring me close to Him.

So draw forever nearer

The knife into my chest,

And wreathed with glist'ning tears,

I'll wear Your sacred crest.

Forever will I beat

Forever will I die

Forever will I live now

Forever by Your side