Receive
But to fulfill
The fruit of weary pursuit
Where at once comes enlightenment
Through gifts
Of man's hard word
Righteously to stand
Proud to obey
In scripture
The Pontiff
Recites words
Spoken in loving ways
And now
Of solid doctrine
Where love
Shall light the way
With faith and hope
We gain strength
To praise His Holy name
As we come setting pace
We enter the long race
Geared up with truth
The will of God
We shall win
The treacherous race
Be good ye men
Strive to fulfill
A mission set in peace
To follow His commands
To reach new heights
To dwell in the Holy Land
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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