Here I stand, unconquered and unconquerable.
Earth-souled, spirit-born,
Water slain, Fire-anointed, Blood-bought.
Immortal in mortal frame.
Beloved son of All-Father.
Bearer of the Most Great Spirit.
Ambassador of the Eternal City,
(Beyond measure of science or vision of shaman).
I am lower than the least,
Yet I am a Royal Priest.
I am weak, but the All-Powerful One strengthens me.
I am foolish, but the All-Wise One guides me.
I am ignorant, but the All-Knowing One instructs me.
I am poor, but the All-Sufficient One provides for me.
He gives me the Words of Peace;
That still the violent,
That calm the anxious,
That strengthen the faltering.
He gives me the Words of Power;
That break the curse,
That banish the dark,
That turn back death.
He gives me the Words of Mercy;
That free from guilt,
That heal shame,
That restore hope.
He gives me the Words of Truth;
That reveal secrets,
That restore justice,
That destroy deception.
I am but one among millions,
From ages past to future unseen,
From furthest east to furthest west.
I offer my hand in brotherhood,
And call you to join All-Father's family,
By blood, and water, and spirit, and fire,
Through death to life without end.
