I cower in my house
Afraid to acknowledge my faith
I sowed a tiny crucifix and a miraculous medal in the ligning of my coat
The whispering wind tells a tale of an old man taken to the hospital
He was beaten nearly half to death for praying the rosary in public
I knelt down and cried
Is that the extent of my devotion to Christ?
In my shame, I walk the beaten path, rosary in hand asking for Our Lady's intercession
I pray in silence, but I do it in public
Maybe the fire will grow in me and the faithful rise up to set fire to the world
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