WE ARE EACH OTHER’S MENTOR, FRIEND AND CONFIDANTE.
THINKING OF OUR FUTURE SOMETIMES CAUSES A HAUNT.
ALIVE AND WELL WE ARE – AND YET LIVE IN MYSTERY.
WE HOWEVER FEEL WE HAVE TO SEARCH OUR DESTINY.
LIKE CHAMBERLAIN AND CHATELAINE IN STYLE
WE ARE WITNESSES AND WILL MEET IN A WHILE.

THERE IS NO WONDER THAT WE PRAY INTENTLY
PERHAPS WE WILL PRODUCE A SPIRITUAL CD!
“HOLY JAZZ” WILL SHOW A WORLD OF CONTEMPLATION
ENTERING QUESTS FOR THE ERA OF RECONCILIATION.
TIME HAS COME FOR MANKIND TO CHOOSE AGAIN TO REBIRTH
AS THE HEAVENLY POPULATION IS ALREADY HERE ON EARTH.

              LET US MANIFEST GOD’S LIGHT AS HE IS OUR GRAND PLAYWRIGHT.
                   FORTHCOMING IS TO PROPHESY WHAT GOD SAYS IS RIGHT.
             ASSEMBLED AS WITNESSES WE ARE FOUND IN REVELATION ELEVEN
               YEARNING ALL OF OUR LORD’S POPULATION TOWARDS HEAVEN.
                 WE ARE ALLURED TO ALL MEET IN PLACES LIKE JERUSALEM.
                            HARVESTS HAVE WHAT CARRIES GOD’S EMBLEM.

ARE WE TO BE RENEWED LIKE ROCH VOISINE AND FRANCIS CABREL?
COULD WITNESSES FROM THE HOLY WOW MEMBERS CLUB TELL?
OUR WORDLY MINDS OF LIGHT STUDY OUR FRIEND JESUS TRUTHFULLY
AND ALL YEARN TO PRACTICE HOLINESS TO BECOME HEAVENLY.
OUR WORLD COULD SOUND LIKE A MELANCHOLIC FARE-THEE-WELL
BUT WE’LL BE JOYFULLY LABELLED “A WORLD EPIDEMIC SPELL!”                       

TO BE OR NOT TO BE GOD’S HEIR! IS WHAT WE PROPHESY!

                      WILL OUR PROCLAMATION OF LIGHT  UNITE US OR DIVIDE US?

Oh we know so much about what we call despair

Though we appear to live a life so grandly debonair

We know that we are in need of God’s Divine Repair

Though we say several prayers with a poetic flair

Over the years we have gone through so much travail

Always expecting that almighty justices will prevail

For decades we’ve written a journey with every detail

Laughing at our endless superfluities over a cocktail

Told were we that someday soon we will be in a headline

Our autobiographies will be studied over Port wine

Some people believe that there will be a lighted shrine

Of heavenly hosts praising God that we are just fine

You see when one enters the world of God’s Business

We become more like Him and people respect holiness

However we seem to bring along so much giddiness

In God’s Play encompassing wondrous joy and silliness

All of our existence brings experiences of sweet despair

This doesn’t mean that in our assignment we don’t care

It’s just because amalgamating God’s family is a nightmare

Because the people refuse to change their thoroughfare

So let us not lose our mission going upward or downward

We’re meant to make friends and be friends so straightforward

It’s obvious to everyone that we haven’t graduated from Harvard

But we will remain on the same path to Heaven’s Boulevard

The World’s sweetness is lost when not believing God chose us

As we are average Joes and Joettes we appear unlike Jesus

But lo and behold people like us are welcomed in surplus

Because you see God calls his Sweethearts  “Angelus”.