My task requires self-sacrifice
The capturing of souls
Weaving bonds between the wicked
Who’ve been forgiven of the old
I target those without a shield
Oblivious to war
Then I roar into their face
“Get up and draw your sword!”
Yet I accept no reward
To do this work I am unfit
Designed with pride, impure, it’s plain
My failure is infinite
For I am weak, and loved the world
Before my dreams were bent
But I signed a contract in my heart
To imitate ascent
In view of mercy, in view of faith
I’m leading dozens day by day