Deacon Poems - Poems about Deacon

An old deacon who gossips like an old female goat...

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It is no small feat to attempt to speak of the dying of our Lord who sacrificed Himself for us by a fate far worse than fire or by sword. For one as whom not qualified to write of this great deed, the Son of God who gave Himself for such a fool as me. I beg...

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How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica without a melody played by the bearded deacon, priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata; there, the Viol was played by Angelic of Jerusalem! For years, it was covered in dust and fallen into oblivion: it missed the Gregorian music sang with sheer enthusiasm! A humble pilgrim...

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Please allow me to Introduce myself to you I'm more than human I am Deacon Blues I seem to have lost my muse Is it all a ruse? I'm also Robot Mr. Roboto I am All made in Japan I've blown my fuses Wires all burnt and twisted All circuits are down Joints need oiling And my main frame is boiling My coils recoiling My hat's a bit loose Can't fit...

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DEACON DEDICATION Deciding to appoint you was done with thought and prayer, Each aspect of your lifestyle was all considered there. And now you have the office to serve the pastor here, Consider it an honor and serve the Lord with fear. Our prayers will all be for you and for your family Now serving in this office here now at...

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Poem For Deacon Jeanne Miller Was amazed when I found my worst enemy Actually ended up being I, myself and me Throughout all of time and deep into space And, of course, it was me setting the pace. Out of complete control turned out being And only myself who was worth seeing Had an ego within my bright, big head If only I...

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Greek= diakonos= helper He is ordained for the ministry of the Word Liturgy Charitable works Ordination includes authority Baptize Preach at Mass Preside at the sacrament of Matrimony...

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everyday I see people dwelling in the dark dungeons of life and despite them trying to do the right thing they're struck with trouble and strife felled by illness, unemployment, homelessness and all manners of despair but I've never seen anyone who would not then kneel down in prayer prayer is a conversation that takes place between you and...

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Outback of Blue Moons neighborhood grill and bar, Sat deacon Jones old beat up car. An old car he used that few people knew, To help hide the fact that he was addicted to the Devil's Brew. Then next day with a smiling face and blood shot eyes, He greeted the congregation hoping no one there would be the wise. A...

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