The Padre of Old St Anthony
There he stood in the
garden,a gentle fellow
with glowing gown;
radiating glory.
His countenance was
that of an Angel,
The Padre of old St
Anthony.
As I approached him,he
gave me a warm.
Then he told me why he
came to the mission,the
mission in old St Anthony.
We knelt down to pray,I
thanked the Lord for a
man such as this.
Then the chapel bells
the rang,I heard a
voice"child it is time."
I looked,lo saw I a fiery
figure beckoning him to
heaven.
He stood up and looked
at me with tender love in
his eyes.
Then I knew this man
was an Angel,the Padre
of old St Anthony.
With joyous heart,I left
the vicinity of old St
Anthony.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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