A prince of peace has sat in Peter’s chair;
He came to make his home in Rome
From Poland-the holy Pope John Paul.
With his crosier in his hand he travelled
Near and far to preach the word of God;
He was the first to be a pilgrim pope-
To wipe the world’s tear stained face;
He kissed the ground we walked upon
And told all young people ''I love you! ''
The man who gave a lasting gift to us-
Of himself and told us to be always true:
Semper fidelis; vowing he was totus tuus.
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