Twenty-seventh December, into God’s house
Together we came to renew our vows.
But what a shock, to our dismay
Chapel was in disarray.
Straight into the room next door,
To Sister Magdalen, I did implore
‘Prepare the chapel, please do rush
‘Cos soon we’ll have to start our Mass! ’
So off she went, dear George she got
Against father time he fought.
Our Lord was present, sharing our joy
He miraculously sent us 3 altar boys!
The day was saved, we had our Mass
By none other than Msgr Vaz
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