Dutiful God,oh God of mine,

Give me the strength to overcome.

The rage of life, the zest is gone,

A monastic life I lead alone.

I have no friends to call my own,

For bitterness enveloped me long ago.

The sense of being worthy has been gone,

I had it all, but now i’m alone

What have we done that is so wrong?

That we must pay throughout the long?

I cannot see in your mind’s eye,

For so many to have said good-bye.

Is this a test, a tribulation?

A meager sign of reservation?

For I am yours and this you know

My trust in You, I behold!

Dutiful God, oh God of mine,

Give me the strength to overcome.

The rage of life, the zest is gone.

A monastic life I lead alone. Amen.