The Irish Priest

An Irish passion,
Ice blue eyes,
A death of sin,
Christ arise.

Death of a old life.
Sin left behind,
Putting on the priest robes,
A forward new sign.

A heart full of fire,
His emotions on his sleeves.
A great humor to lift ones spirits,
Arms to hug away the fears that brings me to my knees.

A courageous sprit, to guide me forth to the light,
A strong heart to correct me when I'm wrong,
A true friend to the very last.
God's love standing with him strong.

A smile that would light the heavens.
A spring in his very step.
Never has a love for his people been stronger,
Folded in the light of the trinity where his soul is kept.

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