Our Faith, My Faith, Embraces Mystery Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Our faith embraces mystery;
a celestial echo of our Triune God.
Our Holy Catholic Church is
mans only road to salvation.
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord.
Let us receive Your strength
to counteract our weaknesses.

My faith embraces mystery;
a celestial echo of my Triune God.
My Holy Catholic Church is
my only road to salvation.
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord.
Let me receive Your strength
to counteract my weaknesses.

Earth is formed in a liturgy of Your image;
It sighs with Your perpetual presence.
Your always revising map of redemption
brings glory rightfully to Your Sacred Heart.
We offer glory to the Father,
glory to the Son,
and glory to the Holy Spirit.

I was formed in a liturgy of Your image;
I sigh with Your perpetual presence.
Your always revising map of redemption
brings glory rightfully to Your Sacred Heart.
I offer glory to the Father,
glory to the Son,
and glory to the Holy Spirit.

Holy Mary, Virgin Mother, who is Queen over
all of heaven and earth;
Who holds our Rosary of prayers
in Her Sacred hands.
Shed your sacred tears on our behalf,
and with prayer deliver them
to your Son.
We are clay of many different characters
moulding ourselves into the vessels
we are called to be.

Holy Mary, Virgin Mother, who is Queen over
all of heaven and earth;
Who holds my Rosary of prayers
in Her Sacred hands.
Shed your sacred tears on my behalf,
and with prayer deliver them
to your Son.
I are clay of many different characters
moulding myself into the vessel
I are called to be.

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit,
Our voices combine into a choral blend of
praise and celebration.