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
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