Today the Lord answers the question I asked eleven years ago.
Why me, Lord?
Before these inspired lines
That don't allow flattery or excuse
I let my friends
And especially my enemies
talk about my kindness
Why did I choose you?, you ask
Son of a nation without history
Thrown to the ground by his brothers
Stoned by his ancestors
Because you never hit the weak
Because you grew wonderful
And you never gave up on love
Because you never condemned
Because you always forgive
And only sin angers you
Because you never accepted
To plot, lie and betray
Because you stripped fame
Money and delusive power
And for much more, yours is time,
Yours all worlds and hosts
Presence of we all
Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
We have anointed you, Hugo Noël, yes!
On the first of June of two thousand eleven