Lovely Rita
Rita Rizzo was more like you and I when she was younger
Sometimes asking herself why she felt this sort of hunger
But one way she was different was her great love for Jesus
No matter how things went she knew that He still loved Us
As this love for our Lord grew so did her wisdom and insight
And all that strength that she drew in the seeing of His Light
A woman of smaller stature no one could ever stand so tall
For when it's Jesus you adore your enemies' often tend to fall
But it was her constant prayer hour upon hour spent alone
And the more she would become aware in His Light Shone
Defending Him if it's needed in taking on her Lord's Fight
But it's what she seeded in helping so many in their plight
And now She's up there talking with all of the Lords Angels
But down here feels so bare for now there are few parallels
Perhaps we could, in Her name, also begin to do the same
To the One who took all our blame so we'd have no shame
Psalms 34:15
“The eyes of the LORD are upon the righteous,
and his ears are open unto their cry.”
God Bless Mother Angelica
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2016
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