I take the Food to feed your flock,
A servant serves beyond the Mass.
In love You move as by a clock,
By motor, plastic, steel, and glass.
To drive my Lord to those bound home,
A round pyx bound around my neck.
A picture map on my smart phone,
A small black book for me to check.
I find your Face shines in the sick,
My hands and feet fix such a feat!
Am I a star that you did pick?
To raise the Body they will eat!
Our Lord, ALL OF YOU, I do bring,
The Second Council has since raised:
A priest, a profit, and a king!
Your greatest glory to be praised!
- Gary Edward Geraci