This is for my father confessor, Pr. Michael Monterastelli.
Have left me void of pow'r. And in my inward struggle, Both shame and doubting mingle; No strength is left for patience, No comfort for my conscience, So what can I, poor sinner do, But turn, O Lord, to You? You made me by Your Word, You fashioned me from clay, What help is in my reason That leaves me still in prison My lack of faith and freedom? So what can I, poor sinner do, But turn, O Lord, to You? When sickness comes and takes The gladness out of life, And prayers appear unanswered, And hope to fear surrendered, Should I trust in the liar Who kindled first the fire? No, what can I, poor sinner do, But turn, O Lord, to You? And when my flesh and blood, Which can't inherit heav'n, Search for the hidden God Who so much death has giv'n, That first lie of the devil Will make me call You evil, And all I think and ponder Will make me farther wander; So what can I, poor sinner, do, But turn, O Lord, to You? True God, and Mary's Son, Whose work for me was done In love for all creation, When once for our salvation, You bore sin's cursed burden To bring us peace and pardon; What can a wretched sinner do, But turn, O Christ, to You? And though my sins are more Than stars up in the sky, Than sands upon the shore, For them You willed to die, When all God's holy essence Was in your human substance, And all Your pure obedience Was reckoned to my conscience, By God, our Heav'nly Father who Turns me, O Christ, to You. And in this sinful flesh, Each day, all pure and fresh I rise from sin and death; For what my Savior suffered My burden is made lighter, So that, with heart and faith made new, I turn, O Christ, to You. And in the Church of God, I live with hope and love; Christ's body and his blood, Forgiving my transgression, With heavenly compassion, So that I stand unmoving – That sinners still their whole life through May turn, O Christ, to You. | 
