Most high, eternal, just and true God,
you have laid your hand upon me and shown me mercy,
you love me and I love you yet,
and for your sake I love those that you have given to me.
Your people are in anguish and have raised their voices to me,
and so I plead their cause before you.
In your church your feasts have lost their taste,
and their joy and their hope has turned to ash, bitter.
Your shepherds lord it over the people,
whispering the secrets of others with hushed voices behind their pious smiles,
betrayal; sowing doubt and confusion,
the one has become many and the flock is dispersed.
Your consecrated priests, your shepherds, have become predators,
the young ones in your convents have become their prey,
and now your sister ravaged and broken, rejected and sent home,
and this Shepherd; now appointed as spiritual Father to the convent.
In the palaces of your embassies O Lord,
your young ones also have become the prey of false shepherds,
ravaged and broken, rejected and sent home
Spirit of Love, Mercy and Forgiveness,
send respite to your people,
and grant them again the joy of your Holy Festivals, and the Hope of the Spirit