“On The Passing Of Monsignor”
by Andrew Benson
The flowers are still in bloom
While the church bell sings a tune
Yet the altar chair is empty
Absent a man who gave us plenty.
The seeds he planted have grown
With the flowers among the stones
And each of us has a story
To tell about the man who was holy.
His gentle presence will be missed
His fatherly words will persist
He has left this world a kinder place
Likely with a smile on his friendly face.
A simple man who heard the call
His humble hands did guide us all
We are blessed to have shared his day
A man of God who did things his way.
His collar now laid to rest
The rosary beads held closely abreast
We reflect on the time he gave away
To keep us close and not astray.
All the angels and saints
Will surely lift their pace
The pearly gates are open
I think the Lord has spoken
The line is moving along;
He will not be waiting long.
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