The Miracle Worker

The Miracle Worker He had chosen his path amidst a rainbow in the dark A chosen road in which to cross amidst the misery & sod Padre Pio was such man with an intense heart & plan He trusted in Jesus to get him through each day Very often you would see him in mass to bow the knee to pray Every human heart that he touched with stigmata in his hand A real beacon of light to a much hurting world in need The spirit of truth sent by the holy spirit in which to achieve He sought a blind world filled with tempers of fire Never a lying tongue was ever filled with such a desire He walked the pilgrims highway in search of souls to love Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plough A lone blade of grass ever drifting in the wind The chance to breath again with both family & friend A loving heart in which you could grow to depend The miracle worker touched the hearts of many A white dove drifting into the outer banks of the heavenlies We will never forget his presence & warm smile The call for freedom's quest as he walked the extra mile From every test that came his way in order to fulfill life's trial Padre Pio lives on in the memory of the faithful adoring hearts If ever a time we needed you that time is certainly now