Last Mass For a Priest

by january friend   Jul 3, 2007


On that Sunday morning
The last mass
You spoke of what you loved
The fog in the morning
The light misting rain
And the cool breeze
That pours from the open windows
The sound of the birds
Crows call out as
They fly away
The smell of rain
These are the things that you will miss
The singing and the laughter
The smiles across the faces
Of the people in prayer
You're all I've ever known
It just won't be the same without you
Take care
And remember us
That day you opened my eyes
You made me believe
God is always with me
He has a plan for every one of us
No matter how small
You know that you are in love
When the hardest thing to do
Is to say goodbye
We give you gifts as you
Go on your way
One last look at
This peaceful sight before you go
So thank you and goodbye

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