Father Marx
He was a herder of many sheep.
Often he whipped his tongue and spared the rod.
He lived for the Lord, for the harvest to reap.
With all his heart and soul, he loved his God.
What words can suffice to send off a soul?
A soul of a priest, a servant of He
Who by words so sacred, words that extol,
He descends from on high for you me.
Gladly he sat in the person of Christ,
Healing souls and forgiving our sins.
Offering what God had sacrificed,
Gaining grace for us to save our skins.
Now gone, he goes to join the patriarchs,
The saints on high. We'll miss you Father Marx
Copyright © Robert Marlow | Year Posted 2018
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