An Original Poem by Daniel A. Popovich: My Thanks Is But An Empty Gesture, Unless…
An Original Poem by Daniel A. Popovich
My Thanks Is But An Empty Gesture, Unless…
My thanks is but an empty gesture
Unless I find a way
To make good things to happen
From tri-als that have been
Weighing on my mind Lord
Like heavy chains of iron
Eating at my stomach
Like a gnawing little worm
Your Grace delivered me this time
Can’t take for granted It
Thy Mercy hath no bottom
Yet there remains that Pit
Wherest I and they and all can cast
Themselves in sinful Pride
To burn like fallen angels
And rot like Hell inside
Oh is there no Lasting Hope?
Oh Love that will prevail?
That will keep us out of chosen, frozen
Deathly jails
The Cross The Cross The Crucifix
It shines like Rays of Light
When I have wearied out my soul
And given up the fight
Blood and water pouring forth
From God’s Own Pierced Heart
His Sacrifice was made for us
To give us a new start
Every time we stumble
Every time we fall
We listen to the Wounded Shepherd’s
Everlasting Call
To rise and carry on again
Join hands and sing God’s Praise
Embrace the Sacred Mystery
Of Love’s Enduring Ways
And work and work
To build a world
Like Heaven’s own Domain
Where hearts can mend and live a life
Where Charity doth reign