Prayer of the Penitent

Lord, behold one before you deserving of death,

a wretched, sinful man.

No right have I to stand before you,

I, who have transgressed your laws.

Behold, oh Lord, I stand before you guilty.

My hands are stained with blood,

blood guilt lies upon my soul.

I have no defense, for the charges against me are true.

No recompense could I offer for my misdeeds.

There is no earthly sum great enough for my sins.

They have drowned me in a sea of agony,

and choked me in black despair.

I weep when I consider what I have done,

how your once faithful servant has failed you.

Truly for my deeds I deserve death

and you, my King, would be just in condemning me.

Yet my deeds will not end in tears or death,

my debt has already been paid, and God forgives.

He forgoes his great and just wrath for his name's sake,

for the sake of his Son who paid my debt.

Because of your sacrifice I find hope in despair.

I cast myself before you, that you might take me back.

Instill in me a spirit of resolve and love,

that I might serve you with loyal heart and soul.

May my tears oh God turn me to you.

In my despair and sorrow may I reach out in hope to your love.

I fall before you a sinner, seeking your forgiveness.

Let me once again sing joyfully in your service.

Swords Around the Cross

Come marshall now, my brothers!

Gather swords around the cross,

where we shall count as dearest gain,

what the world would count as loss!

For dark indeed's the hour,

when Christ's let sound his horn.

Warriors of Love, haste to his side!

For this purpose we were born!

Armies of hate have gathered,

and hold the world enslaved.

Led by generals none could hope to face,

dark, fey and depraved!

The world sends these baying wolves,

loosed on the cross like wraiths.

Yet these none could never best,

We shall conquer by faith!

For though our time appeareth night,

I say to you, tis dawn!

For our King rose from death to lead,

in fight gainst demon spawn!

Join now this crusade of virtue

to protect the weak and least,

to counter the lies of this savage world,

that tells us man's a beast.

And though we fall, my brothers,

and make the last sacrifice,

What seems as loss is victory,

for the Lord sustains our life!

Now unsheathe thy arms, my brothers!

Fear not thy death or loss!

Sing the song of joyous battle!

Charge now, for God and Cross!

How Did it Come to This?

Oh sisters, dearest sisters,

why sell yourselves like this?
Why give yourselves to lusts of man,
reject the wonder of God's plan,
his designs for your great bliss?

Oh tell me, tell me, how did it come to this?

My beautiful ones, my sisters,
how can you be so blind?
In your dress men see not the core,
see but the body, nothing more
as they rape with eyes and mind.

My heart is breaking, dearest sisters! How did it come to this?

Do you not know my sisters,
that you were made for so much more?
Men see you now as game pursued,
notches on the post and playthings used,
treat you not like royal princess, but a whore.

I weep for you, my sisters! How did it come to this?

I wish for you my sisters,
that you might open yourselves to love.
Challenge men to treat you as they ought,
as souls that should be protected, honored, not objects bought.
Show them what your person is truly of!

I see you sisters and wonder, how did it come to this?

And I ask unto you, my brothers,
whence came this fateful day?
That we now listen to worldly lies,
that cloaked beneath fair-seeming guise
bid us sell our strength away.

Such lies, such lies, my brothers! How did it come to this?

How did it come, my brothers,
that our selfish lusts we seek?
Pursue women, power, wealth at length,
in which the world tells us lies our strength,
but in truth surely makes us weak.

What fools we are, my brothers! How did it come to this?

What sin and folly, brothers,
that our strength we now misuse!
Strength that should be used to love, protect,
now at cost of our sisters runs unchecked,
as with eyes and hearts we abuse.

Alas, my warrior brothers! How did it come to this?

Where lies our strength my brothers,
our call in times of strife?
Not to use but to love and shield,
before dark temptation never yield,
though it cost our very life.

How far we fall, my brothers! How did it come to this?

Tell me world, oh tell me!
Do you think our life is this?
To grab what we can for ourselves,
as we live inside our little Hells,
can't you see what is amiss?

This is not the truth, my brethren! How did it come to this?

Oh people, if these selfish truths are real,
tis a sad and shrunken Earth.
Till we turn back to love and sacrifice,
from lives of selfish thoughts and mortal vice,
our world is fatally cursed.

We were made for more, oh people! How did it come to this?