Kyrie, give me the strength to spread your will
The will, which words of the devil can’t kill
Kyrie, give me the strength to be able to endure
The masses of people with a heart less pure,
Kyrie, give me the strength to foresee
The changes in this world corrupting me,
Kyrie, give me the strength to perceive,
The actions of those surrounding me
Kyrie, give me the strength to compel
The weaker to endure a malevolent spell,
Kyrie, give me the strength and ability to foretell
The sins of which those who have sinned befell,

Kyrie, allow me to convey the right and just
To stop the weak from succumbing to lust,
Kyrie, allow me to convey that no one succeeds
When all that they earn is through money and greed,
Kyrie, allow me to convey the meaning of life
Which is the beauty of simply being alive,
Kyrie, allow me to convey what people can’t see
That is mother nature and her glorious gleam,
Kyrie, allow me to convey happiness and hope
To those who have always been living without both,
Kyrie, allow me to convey to those who’ve gone astray
That love can be the light that shows you the way