From the crowd I was chosen
On the year, the month read seven
Today, the African year twenty ten
On twentieth, the year struck seven
On the mark of perfection
I turn to Thee in benediction
Henceforth to be a new creation
A new spirit your affirmation
Before Thee I lay prostrate
I bid my life to consecrate
I pray my vows never to forget
From Thy path never to depart
Like a novice I re-answer Your call
Afresh I offer my all
And along should I ever fall
To your Grace Your child recall
Like Your handmaid and Mother Mary
Let Your will be on Jean Marie
To firmly journey with my rosary
My Consolata to Eternal Glory
This far my Lord its You
Your promise for sure is true
The rest I surrender to You
All glory to none but You
For Fr. Jean Marie, A Consolata Missionary from Congo, Celebrating seven years of priesthood.
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