Saint Nicolas: III. Nicolas devotes himself to God

My parents died

All too soon

I left the tranquil beauty of their home

And knew the wide world of man

Poor man, I found him solitary, wracked by doubt

Born, bred, doomed to die

In everlasting fear of everlasting death

The foolish toy of time

The darling of decay

Hopeless, faithless, defying God

Heartsick

In hope to mask the twisted face of poverty

I sold my lands to feed the poor

I gave my goods to charity

But love demanded more

Heartsick

I cast away all things that could distract my mind

From full devotion to His will

I thrust my happiness behind

But love desired more still

Heartsick

I called on God to purge my angry soul

To purge my angry soul

To be my only master, friend and guide

I begged for sweet humility

And love was satisfied