A Crazy Girl Is Hard To Find...

This isn't the most 'religious' song....but I happen to think it's great. Maybe I need to go to confession?

Return of a Pilgrim. . .

Hi everyone,

The Roma pilgrimage was just wonderful! I'm not going to post much here, but for some reason the RECON blog was detected as possible 'spam' blog. (!?) That was very frustrating to see when i tried to post on there today.

I got a few great photos of Pope Benedict XVI in the cart before the Wed audience! Scott Hahn even thought it was like a TIME Magazine photo! That was a thrill to hear! I have to admit, I was shaking like a leaf and overcome with emotion when he went by us so closely...about 10 feet away!
Please keep checking http://revertconvert.blogspot.com for the latest and pray that this "spam stuff" just goes away so I can post my photos and thoughts on the pilgrimage.

Thanks!

susie

Had they been Catholic. . .

The Herman's Hermits song, There's A Kind of Hush (All over the world) might have gone like this:


There's a kind of hush all over the world at Mass
All over the world we receive the Lord,
True food that will last...
You know what I mean
As He gives Himself to us everyday we know
He's the Truth, Life and Way to the peace that will last
And with the Saints we can pray

So listen very carefully
Go to Mass and you will see what I mean
It isn't a dream
The only sound that you will hear
Is when He whispers in your ear
"I love you" forever and ever

There's a kind of hush all over the world at Mass
All over the world you can hear the sounds of Love from above
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

So listen very carefully
Go to Mass and you will see what I mean
It isn't a dream
The only sound that you will hear
Is when He whispers in your ear
"I love you" forever and ever

There's a kind of hush all over the world at Mass
All over the world you can hear the sound of Heaven's sweet Love
Yeah, converts fallin' in love (with The Church)
Hush, they're fallin' in love (with His Church)
Hush

To our precious child...

To Our Precious Child

So courageous was one young mother

To give you birth and life

And her most heroic act of faith

Was to give you to us that night

For she knew she couldn’t care for you

In the way that would be best

We thank the Lord everyday for her choice

And pray that she’ll always be blessed

Though I didn’t carry you inside my womb

For nine months from the very start

Know this, our precious little and dear one,

You were “conceived in prayer” deep in my heart

As the Lord knit and fashioned you together

And you grew in your birth mother’s womb

Your Dad and I cried and prayed to our Lord

For a baby… just like you

Then when you came into this world

And I held you so close to my heart

It didn’t matter to me, or to us, that I’d not

Carried you for nine months from the start

Our God adopted us as His children

And with deepest joy we now adopt you

Trust that our love for you will never be less

Than if I’d carried you within my own womb

When God gave you to us, He gave us to you

And our prayer forever will be…

That you will grow in faith, find hope in His grace

And know that Love is always here...in your family

© Susie Melkus

04.21.07

I wrote this as I remembered my step-sister's adopted son, Sean. This is what I believe Clarann would have written had she ever done so. I don't know for sure, maybe she did write to him something like this. But Clarann, God rest your soul. You were a great mom and a wonderful step-sister. And to all those out there who courageously gave up their babies, their sons or daughters to be adopted...GOD BLESS YOU! YOU ARE HEROES!

Happy Easter Thursday!

Happy Easter Thursday!

How I love the liturgical calendar and seasons in the Catholic Church! Easter isn’t over in a day as it used to be for me. Now it’s a 50 celebration! HE IS RISEN, RISEN INDEED!

And Divine Mercy, my FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR! It has only become that this year, as I never knew before 2005 what Divine Mercy Sunday and the Chaplet were! Having finished reading the Diary of Sister (St) Faustina in Febrary, I can say that Divine Mercy Sunday should be EVERYONE’S favorite day!

Our loving, giving, magnanimous in mercy FATHER, is pouring out mercy right and left to all corners of the earth for those who will be open and receive this generous gift! Can anyone think that they don’t deserve mercy? Yes, many do think and believe that way. BUT, the good news is here…MERCY IS FLOWING and it’s waiting to be received. NO ONE IS “GOOD ENOUGH” none of us deserve mercy! But yet, our Father is pleased to bruise his Son, please with the sacrifice of his Son…for his Son to die on a cross for our redemption! It is foolish of any of us to refuse so great a love and so great a gift as DIVINE MERCY.

Let us honor our beloved Papa, JP II and “drink from the flowing fount of Mercy” this Sunday. Let us delight in the grace and mercy that will fill our souls and our hearts when we open ourselves to receive the cleansing “bath” of this glorious fountain, pouring forth from our Savior’s Heart!

DIVINE MERCY

Let no one be discouraged!
Let no one run in fear!
Let all come to drink
From the Fountain of LIFE!
Let all run to the Lord
Who is near!
Mercy is flowing toward
All broken hearts,
Wounded souls stumbling
Along on the path…
Just reach out,
Grab the hem of His garment,
To find faith, hope and Love
That will last!

© susie melkus

04.12.07

HE IS RISEN! GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST!

AND PEACE TO HIS PEOPLE ON EARTH!

PAX,
susie

Good Friday Vignette...

"To love the Mother of Jesus, is to take nothing from our Lord...as some might sadly believe. For to love the mother of a friend, is to love that friend very much." ~ susie


Our Lady's Passion...

The sky grew dark… John saw Jesus’ mother, Mary, begin to tremble and he reached for her, thinking she would collapse with grief. But her strong faith kept her from falling as she stood at the foot of the cross. He held her near his heart, comforting her without words, for there were no words left in him. She clung to John's arm with what little strength remained in her grasp. Fatigued from the stress of this long day, her legs and knees felt weak, as if they could no longer hold her upright.

John motioned for Mary Magdalene’s assistance and together they guided the Mother of our Lord to a nearby rock, where she could rest. Mary Magdalene remained near her side, and could only stare at the pierced and bleeding feet of her Lord. Those feet had brought words of love, forgiveness and truth to her -Truth that set her soul free from the bondage of her sin. Those feet she had kissed and bathed with her tears and dried with her hair, now were covered with blood. Her heart broke like that alabaster jar of precious perfume which she had poured onto the feet of her Lord with such relentless love. Her present grief poured out of her soul in a wail that she could not contain. She reached for Mary’s hand… the sky grew darker still.

Mary, so thankful for the love and devotion of this gentle daughter and dearest friend of Jesus, held her hand in return, as she wept and groaned for her dead Son. She wept, too, for those who, in their ignorance of His love…had crucified Him… the One who loved them so. She wept for those who had hanged Him to this gruesome tree, this cross on a hill called Golgotha. She wept for the vision that now filled her blurry eyes, burning with the sting of bitter tears. She wept for the people of all ages who refused His grace. She wept for babies who would never be born, because of 'the freedom of choice' in a world far into the future. Mary wept for the loss of innocence of children, the loss of families, and the loss of faith. She wept for wars that would continue as peoples' hearts grew steadily hard and cold and vengeful.

Mary clutched her breast and moaned, as a stabbing pain surged through her heart. The same pain she’d felt only hours before, on the bloody path leading to this hill of death. Then the immense pain had ripped through her heart and soul when she had met His deep, loving gaze - when it seemed He’d “held her in His eyes” as if to draw the last of His strength from beautiful memories they’d shared. On that path she’d watched Him staggering, carrying the heavy, rough-hewn beam across His left shoulder, which was now torn bare to the bone from its weight and large splinters. The piercing pain of this sword tore through her heart as she remembered Simeon’s prophecy, so many years ago in the Temple, when she had held Jesus in her arms on that most joyous of days. Tears dropped from her face onto the moist ground, now stained red with the purest of blood. The sky grew even darker...

Nicodemus and Joseph brought Jesus to Mary and laid Him across her lap. With aching arms she embraced his lifeless body. Her tears fell upon His hair. She touched His face with a trembling hand as she tenderly kissed His forehead - pierced and torn by thorns that had been wrapped into a “crown” and cruelly slammed onto His head. A “crown of thorns” fashioned as a final, mocking gesture of her Son, Jesus, the One and True King of Kings. But even in this darkest hour, she sensed and saw, in her mind's eye, a glimmer of light, which she could see faintly - far beyond the pain of this moment of blackness. She saw that this horror, this death so cruel, so bloody, was indeed... good. She saw that His death would bring life to countless millions, who would believe in Him and trust in His love, be revived by His mercy, and live in His grace. She saw those who would find the faith to endure to the end and persevere through trials and hardships yet unimaginable. She saw a glimpse of her Son, as if in a dream, dressed in glorious raiment, and she uttered through her sobs a "thank you" to her Lord, her God, her Savior, her Beloved Son, for allowing her to become the Mother to all of His children, since the world began.

For with her Mother's eyes, she would see her sons and daughters of every age and generation, call her blessed. She saw them run to her much like He had done, with His sorrows and joys as a boy and then as a grown man. He had come to her as a humble baby in her womb and had nursed at her breast. He had run to her when He fell and skinned His knee as a little boy and she had soothed Him with a tender smile and His favorite song, while she tended to His wound. He had found consolation in her arms on nights when sleep didn't come easily and He seemed "a million miles away." He'd found in her a home, a deep love, a trust, and a faith beyond all others, for she was Full of Grace. He had delighted in being with her all His life and had gathered the last of His courage when they had looked into each other's eyes for the last time. And another sob shook her to her core, as she and Mary Magdalene tended to His pale, limp body, preparing Him for burial.

Only moments ago, straining to speak in His last, labored, dying breath, He'd given his beloved Mother to John and John to her. She would go home with John and love him as she had loved Jesus. She would now tend to John's wounded heart, and comfort him with a love only a Mother's consolation could give. She would tell John of Jesus' love and tender mercy for years to come. Her red eyes - swollen, and overflowing once again with tears - looked at John as they lay Jesus in the tomb. John watched with most tender affection, as tears began to roll down her face, falling onto the burial cloth. As he beheld the Mother of his Lord, he thought his heart would break for love of her. He wrapped his arm around her as they left the tomb, speaking these three words softly and lovingly to the Mother of God: "Come home, Mother." Then with the devotion of a true son, he led her safely to his home, to honor and care for her until her time came to leave this earth.

It is my prayer this Easter, that we will all welcome Mary, the Mother of God, into our homes, and into our hearts, to care for her and honor her as did John. As we love the Mother Jesus gave us, we will grow in our love for Jesus, and come to know him more deeply, more intimately. For as I stated above, to love the mother of a friend, is to love that friend, very very much. “ Totus Tuus” To Jesus, through Mary.

© Susie Melkus 02.27.07

Precious Hands of a priest . . .

PRECIOUS HANDS

Through these precious hands

Of His beloved priests
My daily Bread Of Heaven,

Jesus,

Comes to me

When I eat the Flesh of
This Pascal Lamb,
The One True Lamb of God,
I receive Eternal Life
How can I be but awed?

Hands ever extending

God’s mercy and grace,

Hands that bless me every day -
All I can say is “thank you, Father,”
For your "yes" to Christ and I pray...

I pray when the dark night gathers 'round you

And exhaustion leaves you

“Tired to the bone…”
The Hand Of Christ will reach for you,
From His Heavenly Throne.

That His nail-scarred Hand will
Draw you near to his precious Sacred Heart

And you'll find the strength

to persevere,

Even alone in the dark.

May I never take you for granted, Father,
serving us so faithfully

For your precious hands

mean all the world

or rather all The LIFE

to me.

© susie melkus
04.01.07

Carbs...the barbs on the wire fence of life....

“The pain in my laughter and the joy in my tears”…I like that paradox. For there can’t be sorrow without joy or melancholy without laughter in this Chex Mix we call life. The ingredients are best lived, endured and enjoyed when tasted together.

Oh brother, it’s getting to me. Has 6 weeks on the Atkins diet made me suddenly crave cereal and wax poetic about it on this blog? Ah, but without milk in the house (milk has carbs..cream doesn't but milk does)…it’s a futile dream. Brightly colored bowls no longer contain those colloquial Krispies that chattered cheerfully at me every morning. Now it’s only bacon and eggs, lying flat against my boring plate, that give me sustenance. Has the overall loss of accumulated inches on my frame been worth this somewhat monotonous mealtime melancholy? YES. Therein lies the carb-free rub. There was some inner joy,a twinkle of delight experienced in seeing the actual inch loss recorded on paper, next to the inches that were noted in same file 3 months ago. I just pray when CARBS CREEP IN, as carbs are wont to do, that they’ll meet with a vigilant force of my will, and not do to me what they once did when allowed to run rampant; for I dare say, my closet can no longer contain 3 stinkin' sizes of clothes.

Storms of Life...

The Storm of Life...

Jesus would you roll this heavy stone

Away from the door of my heart

And help me to pray for I’m at a loss

And I don’t know where to start

This storm that’s raging inside of me

Would you calm it for me, too?

Like you did so long ago

For that motley fishing crew

In a boat tossed on the waves of Galilee

You brought them safely to dry ground

With a gesture of your loving hand

You spoke and the winds calmed down

Grant me the courage to be still

And know that you are God

To know that everywhere I’ve ever walked

You’ve already trod

You condescended to be dressed

In the frailty of human skin

Leaving radiant glory on a vigilant quest

To win the hearts and souls of men

You poured out your life upon a cross

Stripped of every dignity

You gave your body and shed your blood

On that path of Calvary

Hung from nails driven through your hands

And your blessed, holy feet

A crown of thorns tore your scalp

As You gave your life for me

For all the world and for everyone

You died and rose again

So that all could believe and live forever

In Your Kingdom that knows no end

© Susie Melkus

09.15.06

Roses...where no roses were...

The Day We Smelled Roses

My friend, Denise and I
set off on our Friday pilgrimage
to see St Francis in the country
and Holy Trinity
beautiful churches built for our
beautiful God
we drove in the glory of the
golden sun, though a hot summer's day
and poured out our hearts on the way
we entered the country sanctuary
and amid the workers remodeling
we prayed for mercy for our sins
and those of the whole world
and spoke our hearts to our Lord
the noise of the workers was not going
to keep us from our prayers
though Satan tried hard to distract us
we prayed and thanked our God
it was time to leave after reading
more at the table by the doors
and we stepped out into the glorious
summer day, now blessed by our
Mother's presence in a tender way
"I smell roses!" Denise grabbed my arm
and asked in a girlish pitch of excitement-
"Susie, Do you smell roses?"
“Yes I do!” I answered like a little girl.
“ I smell roses, too!”
we looked but there were no roses
smiling, laughing, and thanking our
Mother, Mary, for blessing our prayers
and delighting us with Her scent
then with the soft summer wind,
Her fragrance was gone
we drove to Holy Trinity a few miles
down the road and visited our God
the beauty of skilled hands was all around us
and Mary continued with us, too
and we were blessed to meet another
precious mother, Betty Lou.
She told us of a statue and it's mysterious
history and before we knew it, we were
on the road to visit our Mother in the
beauty of her Assumption -
Her Assumption!
in the town of Dwight was Mary
standing tall with halo bright
and blessed us once again with
roses in the air, between angels
and on the stairs, our Mother's scent
once again made us smile and thank Her
for our day and Her heart and Her love
"I smell roses!" I exclaimed on the stairs
and we laughed with our new found joy
and left, taking the "long way" home
with drops of "holy water" falling on our
car - yet no other seemed to be touched
by this “mysterious rain”…
baptized and cleansed for our journey
home, we laughed in joy again
we shared a day that was indeed a
‘divine appointment’ for our hearts to beat
in time with the Heart of our Lord Jesus
and His beloved Mother, our Mother, Mary
so great a day forever cherished
in the hearts of two new friends.
Blest be the Lord, the God Israel
the God of Nebraska, too,
who reigns in glory waiting to
meet us with His Mother, who
waits to hold us in Her arms and
bless us with tender mercy
in the aroma of roses
and a rose to me will never be the same...
we know the rose's name, Mary-
Blessed Mary gave us Her heart
and the heart of Her Son
beating as one for all time
yes, I smell roses!
and one day Our Lady's fragrant love
will guide us to the Feet and Heart of Jesus
The Rose of Sharon - where we will forever
...smell roses

© susie melkus
06.25.05

Hmm, I like that.... it works.

"I'm glad my feet that roamed have found the road to Rome."

That was a line I left in a comment on Tiber Jumper's blog. I like it and I know something will develop from that line. Just wait and see.

Table of Life...

Come To the Table of Life

The dinner bell rings
The candles are lit

Come to the Table of Life

Supper is ready
The Table is set

Come to the Table of Life

Your Mother is calling
All her daughters and sons

Come to the Table of Life

Receive the Eucharist
Partake with the Saints

Come to the Table of Life

Bread of Heaven is broken
Sacrifice of His love

Come to the Table of Life

True Food and True drink
Given us from above

Come to the Table of Life

Eat of His Body and
Drink of His Blood

Come to the Table of Life

Receive Life within you
And live out the Mass

Come to the Table of Life

Transformed into Jesus
We are called now to serve

Going forth from the Table of Life

© Susie Melkus

03.25.07

Parody anyone? If you guess correct you win....a flashlight

Risin up
Back on the road
Did my time in the pigsty

Traveled the distance, heavy sins were my load

A prodigal with a will to survive

So many times
It happens too fast
Trade your religion for vainglory
Don't lose your faith for "other food" served up fast

You must fight just to keep it alive

Got my eye on the Tiber
Where the ray of the Light

Rises up to the challenge of Her rivals
She's the Church Jesus gave us and she'll always survive

And she's watching for us down the road

'cross the Tiber

Face of disgrace
Out in the heat
I've had enough
Of stayin' hungry
Backpack of sins I will take to the street
For a wing and a prayer to survive

Got my eye on the Tiber
And the ray of pure Light
Risin' up to the challenge of Her rivals
She's the Church Jesus gave us and she's shining so bright

And she wants all of us to come Home,

'cross the Tiber

Risin' up
Out of the slop

Going Home to my Mother

I went the distance now I'm not gonna stop

A prodigal with some hope to survive

Got my eye on the Tiber
Where the Dome shines so bright

Rising up to the challenge of Her rivals
She's the Church Jesus gave us, a bright beam in the night
And she's watching for us to come Home,

'cross the Tiber

Eye on the Tiber...

Eye on the Tiber...

Eye on the Tiber...

© Susie Melkus
03.24.07

What is Eye of the Tiger, rewritten as Eye on the Tiber, Alex?

Good guess Susie! You win!

I've also posted this at our RECON blog.

Lion and Lamb...

Lion of Judah

Lamb of God

Roaring King

Silent sacrifice

The GREAT I AM

Lion and Lamb



susie melkus
03.24.07

Spring...

A rumble of
Thunder
Rain falls
softly,
bathing robins
drenching
the ground
fecund earth
gives birth to
tender shoots
fields tinged
with green
brown of winter
fading, receding
olfactory senses
delighted by
fragrant buds
petals perfume
new growth
new life
Spring says
hello

susie melkus 03.24.07

Poem for "not-so-perfect" moms....

For "not-so-perfect" Moms

All mothers' feet are made of clay

And we walk in a fallen world

Some days our tempers flare

At the "drop of a hat"

Toward our little boys and girls

We're human and we make mistakes

But our little ones are quick to forgive

What we must do is forgive ourselves

Because we're also one of God's "precious kids"

So don't expect perfection from yourself

That even God does not expect from you

When you fall, just get up and run to Him

For He's already forgiven you, too.

© susie melkus
03.22.07

Tiber Jumper....my friend, my brother in Christ...

I thank God for my "brother in Christ," Russ Rentler, aka: Tiber Jumper. He's written (and rewritten 2 familiar melodies) these beautiful beautiful songs. He's a 'returnee' a "revert" to the Catholic Church. He's a good friend, and I hope to collaborate with him on another song. I wrote a few verses to "ROME SWEET ROME" as heard here.

Take a listen. As I like to say, it's Catholic apologetics in song. A beautiful way to witness to the TRUTH, the FULLNESS of TRUTH, found in the Church Jesus established on Earth, the Catholic Church.

By the way, the Church Jesus founded isn't holy because of its members, it's Holy because of it's Founder.

susie

Fountain of Life...

Come drink from the fountain of life, for it will never run dry.

Shetland Sheepdogs... Ah, the blessed countryside

A lonely road in England...and Shelties lead the way.

For my friend, Kat...

Kat knows me more than most people...and I've never met her in person. She and I are bosom friends, soul sistas, soul twins.

BUMPY RIDE

It's been a bumpy ride, this last year...
Plus a decade or two for a friend across the Pond
A bumpy ride on the roller coaster from Hell.
But God is always faithful, even when we are not.
His arm is reaching toward us and always extending
A FLOOD OF MERCY. She is on her way...today,
Rest my friend and know that God is near, as near
As your next breath, your next heartbeat.
When you exhale He is there, when you inhale,
He is there. In every breath you take, and every
Step you make across a cold and barren land,
Reach out for His LOVE-scarred Hand.
You will soar higher than the clouds,
You will fly with eagles and find shelter in His wings.
As in a cleft of a rocky cliff...nestle there and let Him
Love you, lead you, guard and keep you,
My dearest bosom friend.
With Kathy A. who's one to pray, and speaks
Words of love and words so wise, you're in her heart
And mine as well, if tears flow like rivers from your eyes.
I'm here praying for you, too, and know you'll find a way,
For He is the Way, the Truth and Life and He will see
You through this long goodbye and this long, dark night.

SJM
03.19.07

The Long Goodbye...

This is a poem my dear friend, Kat wrote. I loved it so much, I wanted to post it on my blog and she was kind enough to let me. enjoy. ~ susie


THE LONG GOODBYE

From whence comes tender sweet relief

Divided hearts beating blood stained grief

THE LONG GOODBYE SLOWLY UNFOLDS

Painful years of threats and tears

Lacking arms to quench the fears

THE LONG GOODBYE MUST HIT THE ROAD

Blaming each other for sorrows untold

My forgiveness with grace turning cold

THE LONG GOODBYE IS NOW A LOAD

Half my fault i take the blame

I naively joined in the game

THE LONG GOODBYE IS GROWING OLD

Fire of passion started the glow

All that's left are ashes to blow

THE LONG GOODBYE UNFOLDS

Keeping sparkle in heart and soul

Never giving in must be my goal

THE LONG GOODBYE MUST END

Take back what bad love stole

JMJK 2007

Offering....

I offer you my everything
My dirty hands and heart
Take from me my offering
And let the healing start
Wash me clean and renew in me
A faithful trusting soul
You're my God, my Lord, my King
The One who makes me whole

© Susie Melkus
03.18.07

Good Friday haiku...

Mother's eyes meet His
Bloody path to Calvary
Weight of sins kill Son

Valley of Tears...

Valley of Tears

Down in the valley, this valley so low
Bend your ear toward us and let us know
You're Our loving Mother, so gentle and dear
Like children we trust you, to dry every tear

The trials and temptations that we daily face
Grow dimmer around us, when we gaze on your face
The radiance of angels, just cannot compare
To your lovely countenance, so pure and so fair

Down in the valley, this valley of tears
The love of Our Lady, keeps us safe from all fears
Wrapped in her mantle, we're kept safe and warm
She leads us to Jesus, so He can transform…

Us into His image, the likeness of Him
To bring light into this world darkened by sin
Like roses in winter, we gather ‘round you
Our sweet, tender Mother, Lovely Lady in blue

Down in the valley, this valley so low
Bend your ear toward us and let us know
Our Lady, Our Mother, so gentle and dear
Your children are safe when we know you’re near

© susie melkus

03.01.07

Pastel God...

Pastel God

We’ve painted God a soft pastel

To blend with our décor

His eyes no longer burn with fire

We don’t fear Him anymore

No more talk of blood-red sin

No more talk of hell

No fear of God resides in us

His commandments we dispel

The bloody path to Calvary

We’ve chosen to ignore

Material gain we gladly embrace

While our crosses remain on the floor

Allured by New Age philosophies

Which exalt and esteem only self

We leave the Truth for hollow lies

While His Word gathers dust on the shelf

The promises of God are packaged

And sold, like charms in a pastel box

We quote them proudly and they tickle us pink

While we blindly forget what they cost

In believing only part of the Truth

What we fail to fully perceive

Is the dangerous trade, we have just made

And in the end it’s a lie we believe

We’ve painted God a soft pastel

To blend with our décor

His eyes no longer burn with fire

We don’t fear Him anymore

© Susie Melkus

05.06.06

The Wonder of A Child...

The Wonder of a Child

Keep the wonder of a child
Even as you grow
Never let it fade away
Never let it go
For we all must be like children
If we're going to enter in
To the Kingdom God's created
To live forever more with Him


© Susie Melkus
03.05.07

What an amazing blog I have just discovered!

The Lost Fort will be added to my link list. Take a peek if you're fond of medieval history, and historical fiction. Gabriele, your blog is sublime!



susie

A Doris Day Favorite....rewritten just a bit...

Sacramental Journey

Gonna take a Sacramental Journey,
Gonna set my heart at ease.
Gonna make a Sacramental Journey,
To confess my iniquities

Got my bag of sins and reservations,
And I know I can't afford.
To neglect sweet reconciliation
And absolution from the Lord

Seven...seven sacraments are given
To help me on my way to heaven,
And keep me on the straight, and narrow track
That takes me back.

Never thought my heart could be so yearny.
Why did I decide to roam?
Gotta take that Sacramental Journey,
Sacramental Journey Home.
Sacramental Journey

susie melkus
03.03.07

A Round for the kidlets...

Row Row Row your Boat
Across the Tiber Home
Merrily Merrily
Merrily Merrily
to the Dome in Rome