I believe it was the Saint Jude himself
that got me started in believing.
I learned and became so
incredibly enticed.
Their stories were like colors
to my eyes and music
to my ears.
I wondered and I prayed
and I thought about where
I'd come from.
But in the end I decided
believing was okay.
Because I can see the hope
that they bring the world.
I can see the goodness they stand for.
Each one, less like a God, and more
like a humble hero
stands for all that
needs stood for.
And so doesn't that mean
there's always someone to
stand for me?
I am never alone.
And if someday the Priest
asks me
"Child, what may I do?"
I will say in solemn grace
"Forgive me Father,
for I have sinned.
I have lost my way
and I need God
to bring me back."
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