For Ian and Julie Stuart
When my soul was trapped by the fire of hell,
when my hope was scorched by its flame,
when fear was dwelling in my every cell,
I've cried out to God - in Christ's name.
How great is the work of your hands, Holy Lord!-
incomparable vengeance and grace,
when your word and your love fought for me in accord,
and two wings gave me an embrace.
They held me protecting from the Satan's attack
in a prayer to God never tire,
so, the enemy's blaze receding moved back,-
God Himself sent towards it His fire.
4.04.04