I bet St Francis thought it was hysterical.
But I know I do.
Instrument of Thy peace in the CHOPS, buster!
“Hazme un instrumento de Tu paz ...” “James, I’m going to kill you. “Donde haya odio lleve yo Tu amor.” “Pat, you’re TOAST when we get home ...”
I also sang the Lamb of God on the wrong melody for the words that were in the handout. I was looking at the score, and I just couldn’t hear it to save my life. “Que va!” as we say in Carolina del Norte ...”whatever.”
A PRAYER TO THE LORD
Lord of my origin, draw me closer to You;
Lord of my calling, give me strength to go on;
Lord of my faith, preserve me from doubt;
Lord of my hope, keep me from despair;
Lord of my love, let me never grow cold;
Lord of my past, may I never forget You;
Lord of my present, be near me always;
Lord of my future, keep me faithful to the end;
Lord of my life, let me live in Your presence;
Lord of my death, receive me at last;
Lord of my eternity, bless me forever.
Amen.
[Eric Doyle, OFM]