5 “For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,
Now I will arise,” says the Lord;
“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”
6 The words of the Lord are pure words,
Like silver tried in a furnace of earth,
Purified seven times.
7 You shall keep them, O Lord,
You shall preserve them from this generation forever.
8 The wicked prowl on every side,
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.
May I be less of me Sweet Jesus, and may I be more of you.
May I have more of your Great Wisdom, and let my words be Gospel True!
May I be Less, And May You be more
May I be all You ask of Me, and May You open Wisdom’s door?