By parents’ loss, was raised an atheist;
By logic’s exercise, brought near to God;
By rashness, christened for the Cath’lic list;
By fear, subjected to my own sharp rod.
By choice (and grace) an Anglican became,
By World’s encroachment, freshly came to doubt;
By passion, flew again to Rome’s old claim;
By warring thoughts, was sent into a rout.
By Hell’s offenses, counted with the tares…?
By sin, so wounded! Night by night comes fear;
By loneliness, I’m screaming out: “who cares?”
But, my dear Lord, there’s hope in ev’ry tear!
By Faith, I’ve gambled much on Jesu’s bet;
By Love and Eucharist, He’ll win me yet.


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