God started building a monastery of righteous souls only.
He needed one soul only to finish it.
So God called the Angel, the Angel, the holy Archangel.
So he sent him down on Earth to look for a righteous soul.
So he sent him down on Earth to look for a righteous soul.
The Angel wandered trough the Earth but couldn't find a soul anywhere.
At last in a village, in a small widow's house he found a righteous soul.
A widow is lying, dying, screaming children beside her:
When you die dear mother to whom you'll leave us?
The Angel was sitting and listening. Too much grief fall upon him.
He went right to God and said to him:
I couldn't, oh Lord, take the widow's soul.
Her children were crying, weeping and praying.
I couldn't take her soul, leaving seven orphans.