“My past, O Lord, to your mercy; my present, to your love; my future to your providence.” -St. Padre Pio
I ask myself, of what am I afraid?
Humiliation? Scorn? What harm in those?
Christ bore them, broke them, dulled their frightful blade;
Brought death to horrid Death when He arose.
Would daily life, its struggles, lay me siege?
What ground could it e’er claim, from which to act?
Of present, past, and future Christ is liege,
Though Time with Fear should make a three-fold pact.
Would past sin make me wince? My Lord forgives.
The present tear me raw? Christ’s Strength renews.
An unknown future chain me? Christ there lives.
Tomorrow Him I’ll meet, whate’er ensues.
No Hell can dupe Him, force His sovereign hand.
I cling to Christ; Forever shall He stand.