To the city of the living Deity
Avoiding trace of impiety uglification
For reverence of liberally given
Benefits and edification
Guarding as a myrmidon
The prize of salvation.
To the city of the living God
To reach this Lasting Homeland,
A good deal is missing my Lord.
To the city of the living Divinity
Shunning vice, cultivating virtue -
The desire for the charm of sanctity
For the regard of freely bestowed
Profusion of healing Graces
To safely reach the Holiest of Places
To the city of the living Deity
Shielding as a stout soldier "all" with pity
To reach that City of cities,
A great deal is missing my Lord.
Regret each loss... my God.
To the Fatherland... the Ultimate City
Safeguarding the earnest devotion
And unbending fidelity
For the regard of freely given
Protective Presence and pity
Guarding as a humble warrior
The Blood of Mercy and absolution,
Remaining steadfast in final resolution
To reach the City of the living God
Willing to die - out of love only - on the spot
To reach that Lasting Fatherland,
Always, come short my Lord.
To the City of the Sacred Maternity
Where motherless exult
By the mantle of True-Blue Motherhood
There motherliness dwells
In joy with pure saintliness
And motherly love is the same
As Immaculate Benignity,
Virginal Generosity;
There love devotional and votive
Remains the one and only motive...
Long downright for this mothering -
This Motherland, my Lord...
To the Kingdom ruled
By majesty of Truth and Love
For awe of being given
The gift of faith and mystical hope
Guarding as a warrior for Truth,
The prize of His unsurpassed Love
Taking refuge in His wounds,
Being eager to be wounded -
A sign for the realness
Of the poorest form of love,
To the City of the living Deity
Undefiled by error, guarding
Wealth of the unshakable
Twosome of chastity and charity
Miss gravely this City, my Lord.
To the Unchanging Homeland...
To God's own country
Where the Presence of Deity
Triggers weighty feelings
Of reverential, filial fear
Missing this Homeland dear...
All earthly dealings
And gear shall disappear
Yet, the Kingdom
Where Love and Truth reside
Cannot be shaken...
Cannot be mistaken...
Here, the King
Is a "consuming fire,"
Bestowing superabundance
To only one -
Straight as an arrow - desire...
Where the King is...
There all the wealth is...
So never
Pass the chance
Have a cause for regret
Shame or blame...
As a myrmidon -
Carrying out orders
Without question or doubt
Lastingly setting eyes
On hope that is safe
And Safe Haven again -
Never to feel that
Something is missing again...
