Remedy

When men close souls
before the Lord
then Satan brings
his poisoned spear,
when reason falls
and faith can't hold
he whispers things
into our ear.

He found a girl
of ample pride,
no need of Grace
to meet the world
and offered her
to be her guide,
fondled her face,
sweet lies he told.

He cast his spell:
my life - my choice,
his charm he placed:
No, I won't serve
but then he felt
a feeble voice -
to Heaven raised
to shake the earth.

A distant hall,
a distant stone,
where lions roar
but could not pass
and mighty call
he heard: begone!
and fled before
the Holy Mass.