Glory’s Glow

The winds and waves of culture clash
Against the Rock that’s Peter’s Bark,
But Satan’s hopes are always dashed
For Catholic Church is Noah’s Ark.

That Bark sails through the storms that blow
Toward dawn, the other side of night,
With compass fixed on distant glow–
Takes courage in this glorious fight.

For glory is that light ahead
That beckons her to “follow me,”
And glow of dawn is His Blood Red
Poured out for us upon a Tree.

And then we see that Bark is made
From wood of Cross on Calv’ry raised,
And supper on that Bark is laid
Of Body, Blood for our life paid.

Then storm abates, and we can smell
The sweetness of our New World’s air;
A World is saved from Satan’s hell
Through “Yes” brought Rose from Lily Fair.