I searched for what is permanent
Amid those things away will pass—
Where I can find the merriment
That comes from what will everlast.
And then I found the Catholic Church
Among vicissitudes of life
Through whom the Lord loves us so much
Despite our Satan’s sin-caused strife.
I found the lamp set on a hill
That shines within our darkened night,
And I can hear voice small and still
Call us to what is true and right.
Yet voices shrill objections howl
And try to kill the Church’s Word
With sharpened words and withering scowl
To try to blunt St. Michael’s sword.
How pitiful we all have been
Who’ve placed our faith in things will pass
And cannot see the Church, His Queen,
The Bride of Christ who everlasts.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 