Monday 9 December 2013

The Church she is

The Church she is
A perfect Mother
Enter her 
Oh my brother
She will not
Lead you astray
In faith and morals
Oh her obey 

At times she may seem
To go off course
But God holds her sail
You know this of course
For He always guides her
Through the Stormy seas
T'was St Peter alone 
Who was given the Keys

To bind and loose 
As on earth so in heaven
To gives us day 8
And close down day 7 
No longer to stone
Those who the sabbath would break
But mercy now revealed
For all those who ache 

Oh forgive me my brother 
If I love the Church too much 
If it seems my love 
Appears as worship oh touch
The hem of her garments
That your mother does wear
She will nourish you wholly
And you'll find healing in her care 

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