I would have lift ye spirit from higher ground to taste thy love so profound.
The salt of the earth, with strength and unity, spread thy seed, give rebirth.
Cleanse thy spirit from former foe, best thee part with cumbersome woe.
All that be not reverence only shall cause affliction.
Wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy and gluttony are thy conviction.
Inner sanctuary eagerly awaits; release the deadly seven to enter heaven's gates.
Ye are all born a miracle, a wondrous, complexity of heavenly creation!
When ye turn from love, ignore thy spirit, you shall bring about damnation!
Ye spirit, moving force, guide ye gently on thy proper course.
Spirit absolves all anger, shame and fearful doubt, giveth that ye let it out!
Prosperous forever thy shall be with thy spirit put forth, breaking free.