DECEMBER SIXTH
And our dim eyes ask a beacon, and our weary feet a guide,
And our hearts of all life's mysteries seek the meaning and the key;
And a cross gleams o'er our pathway — on it hangs the Crucified
And He answers all our yearnings by the whisper, "Follow me."
~ Father Ryan ~
And our dim eyes ask a beacon, and our weary feet a guide,
And our hearts of all life's mysteries seek the meaning and the key;
And a cross gleams o'er our pathway — on it hangs the Crucified
And He answers all our yearnings by the whisper, "Follow me."
~ Father Ryan ~
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