The Holy Catholic Priest
I saw him climb the altar steps
His white head bowed in prayer,
His hands, those grace full hands of his
Bless all assembled there.
And in his face, that holy face,
I saw the years gone by
And all the love and sacrifice
They meant for you and I.
The Sacred Host, the Golden Cup
Raised time and time again,
The hallowed feet that rush to serve
In ways that never end.
We thank you, God, for this great gift
To say the very least,
The incense of humanity
The Holy Catholic Priest.
Kate Watkins Furman
