My
Church.
From
Jesus Christ to Peter,
To
over two hundred and sixty Leaders.
More
than two thousand years,
With
some smiles and tears.
My
Catholic Church is still here.
The
enemy tried to divide us,
Creating
small packs,
But
there is one still standing,
The
one with the facts.
There
is no coincidence,
That
He left us His Rock.
To
build on His Church,
And
take care of His flock.
May
God bless those men,
Dressed
in black.
They
leave their whole family,
For
the rest of the pack.
Without
getting paid,
And
sometimes accused.
They
give all their lives,
To
show us the truth.
Thank
God for those women,
Who
hug all those lepers.
That
is how we see,
Who
are the real shepherds.
The
work is not done,
We
still have some more,
No
matter how small,
He
will adore.
If
you’re volunteering,
Don’t
take it for granted.
The
job that you do,
Our
God will count it.
Our
prize is in heaven,
Our
Savior is there.
Creating
a mansion,
That
we can’t compare.
We
all are One Body,
One
Body in Christ.
Make
sure that your sacraments,
You
wear them with pride.
So
Brothers and Sisters,
Do
not hesitate.
When
somebody asks you,
Be
proud don’t be afraid.
That
the gift that He left us,
Is
a beautiful gesture.
My
Catholic Church,
Is
a valuable treasure.
All
Glory be to God! By
Harold Morazán