Like a Grain of Wheat
Santo Now, Santo Now, Santo Now
Even before his lifeless form
We demand more
Our loneliness laid bare
“Be not afraid” he told us
But we will not let go
We worship his corpse
But do not heed his message
So many years he guided
A pillar of faith and morality
Quietly tearing down walls and confronting empires
But now his time to rest.
The mourning over – emptiness reigns.
And from paradise his sorrow abounds
For he chastises his flock with the words of The Saint
“Did Johannes Paulus then die for you – No”
But fear not good Karol
For like a grain of wheat that must fall and die
Your message will yield much
We will look to our chest and not be afraid.
He hangs there on our chest – the Precious One
Arms open in welcome
He guided you, He will guide Joseph
Spiritual orphans no more
by Martin Connell
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