Spanish blood in my veins, family pride in my head.
Brought up by Catholic nuns, with godly values bred.
Had many friends sincere, true and honestly loving
The pedestal whereupon I stood kept me ever trusting.
I saw myself with a respectable position in society.
Worked hard for it and took pride in my own propriety.
I imagined my colleagues holding me in high esteem
A good distance between the scum and the cream.
I found You and in the process fell off my lofty perch.
Lost my job and some friends from the SDA church.
You have to be born again - this in the Bible I did see,
But never did I expect how painful the rebirth would be.
Now I’m between raging volcano and crashing surf,
Chopped up by scathing words well within my turf.
Thrashed and bruised by a lashing tongue fed by lies
Only your Spirit took hold of my anger on the rise.
You know my heart and the tears that I have cried.
I know you want me pure like gold in the fire tried.
Keep me humble oh Lord and help me not to fret
Jesus, I know you’re not done with me yet.
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