Faithfulness - Poem by Buxton Shippy
Every day, afternoon,
The priests lead a procession
From the alter to the end of the nave
To minister to the saints the Good News;
Their hearts are open to receive Him,
The Source Of Life, eternally.
Judging by the look in their eyes
These courageous ones
Will concede nothing to the Adversary.
They will praise Him until until they expire;
He who is faithful to His Promises;
They will adore Him,
He who gives His Body and Blood;
They will obey Him,
As those who came before.
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