“What do You have to do with us, Most High’s Son?
We are Legion, we are Many; You are One.
What are You going to do, send us away?
Are You here to judge us before that Day?”
The bent-kneed demon faith genuflects in fear,
But O, the sweet peace of the one who now hears:
“Clear out, Legion, that pig-herd I’ll let you kill,
But to this loved son’s soul I say: ‘Peace, be still.’
You may not come with Me now; instead I send
You on My mission to family and friend:
To those with ears to hear and eyes that can see,
Show them all: ‘This is what the Lord did for me.’ ”