Although, I have been resting In Your Most Sacred Heart, Safe in Your holy embrace Throughout this night, You have been waiting for this moment, When my eyes open, Hoping I would look at You, And return Your loving glance. © 2014 Joann Nelander
THE GLORIOUS MASS
THE MASS
Shawl of Prayer
Death walks, Hooded and insolent. It stalks, Brandishing fear, That none, but the tried, Remain true. They, by vow and vigil, Are wed and bound. Where comes the glue, To hold fast, To see it thru. Who renders fortitude To stay the course, Stretch to the measure, Fight to preserve the Treasure. Fast and pray, … Continue reading
