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ONE LITTLE CANDLE
by
Stephen Majercik
ADULT WORLD
Bless my little "Dah-lings",
As I often call them in jest.
I don't really mean it,
`Cus those I care for are the best!
They really aren't as bad
As I make them out to be.
Tho' many of my days are sad
For they just won't listen to me!
What am I to do, Dear Lord,
For I don't teach girls and boys.
All I teach is arms and legs
And an awful lot of noise!
I really Love my "Dah-lings"
God bless them, every one.
Tho' they flit about like starlings,
I wouldn't give up one.
God Loves all his creations,
Including adults, you see.
It hasn't been to long ago
Those arms and legs were me.
PENTECOST
The least remembered of the Glorious Three,
Oh, Holy Spirit, why must it be?
The Giver of Gifts - Soothing Anointer of Pain.
At times Thou are held in so much disdain.
Oh, Light of Life, Oh, Strength Devine,
All praise and glory be ever Thine!
Consoler of Grief. Hope of the Sinner.
Wisdom of the Wise. Knowledge of the Beginner.
Comforter of Despair. Understanding of the Learned.
Oh, Holy Spirit, Most Generous One,
All praise and glory be ever Thine!
FIRST HOLY COMMUNION DAY
Surely, The Risen Savior
In all His regal splendor
Is in our midst today.
The scene of all His children
Receiving him for the first time
Brings a smile to His face.
How pleased He must be in them,
To see in their childish eagerness
Their reaching for the promise He made.
Oh, truly a beautiful sight,
Pure souls marching to Him
On this First Holy Communion Day.
May we be ever reminded
To remain ever as a child
Living with him in every way.
Oh, Majestic Risen Savior,
More glorious it can not be
Than when we first received Thee.
TO FATHER WILLIS AT THE OPENING OF
ST. PETER CHANEL HIGH SCHOOL
I am but one.
You are only seven,
Your numbers soon to be thriced.
If my little bit
Can make your task
More pleasant, fruitful, easier,
Then, thanks be to God!
For His pleasure I seek.
May His word be carried further.
GOD'S PLACE FOR ME
Everyone is created
For a place in God's reign.
The life I have led,
Will it my place gain?
Or, if through some imperfection,
Will I have to take a place
Not of my election?
Or worse, if through some awful sin
Forever should I fall,
I would not see Him at all!
A PLEDGE
With my heart, I pledge, Dear Lord,
With the fullness of my Love,
To praise and glorify, and Thee adore.
Oh, hear me in heaven above.
With my mind, I pledge, Dear Lord,
To think of Thee before all others
And all evil thoughts to hate and abhor,
And to see the creations of The Father.
With my body, I pledge, Dear Lord,
To perform good acts
In Thy service. May my life's blood pour
And not yield under these attacks.
With my soul, I pledge, Dear Lord,
A home for your reception.
I will strive to keep it clean and pure
To mirror Your reflection.
RAYS OF HOPE
The midnight dew* has fallen
Upon a mortal being.
With the coming of The Dawn+
Warm sunlight will it bring.
Burdened with your misery,
Adding to your cares
Leaves little room for pleasantry,
And a heart so much to bear!
Rays of hope are shining
From heaven above.
Poured forth warm and cleansing
By the prayers of those you Love.
Controlled all by The Master,
All the earth and beyond the blue,
Prays to you, "Expel, Dear Lord,
All the midnight dew."
PRAYER TO THE HOLY SPIRIT
Oh, Holy Spirit, I prayed to Thee
For enlightenment, that I might see.
Then, I asked to serve
And was granted more than I deserve.
Once again from Thee I seek,
And know that I should ask it.
The things I've learned that You showed to me,
May I sincerely and faithfully practice.
Prayerful Plea
Lord, let me be Thy doormat,
Or a rug on Thy floor.
Walk on me! Wipe Thy feet on me!
Then toss me in the corner!
Use me as Thou may, My Lord,
But please, Dear Lord, don't ever
Cast me out into the darkness
Where I can see Thee never.
THANKSGIVING PRAYER
I thank Thee, Lord Jesus,
For coming unto me.
I certainly do not deserve Thee,
But, Oh, how in deed, I do need Thee.
I thank Thee for all my minutes and hours
Thou hast given me to spend with Thee.
May those of the future be as flowers
Watered by Thy Love, perfectly.
Oh, Holy Spirit, I thank Thee
For all Thy wondrous gifts.
Keep this beggar begging,
Lest he ever forgets!
The wondrous things I've been given
Are, one and all, Your deeds.
To Thee I am indebted
For all eternity.
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