Today, When I saw your face, I felt God so near
And my tears slowly make me human
Distant prudence, so insensitive
Makes me a melted wax without scent
Everytime, I come to this state
Your face greets me like an angel
If only, I could touch your face
And tell you about the moon and stars.
I want to tell you stories
Lie in your bed
And sleep, next to you
I want to complain
Or ask for something, just like
a little child.
I want you to tell me, the name of stars
and about the rockets.
Teach me more about the love of Jesus and
the Pope’s vocation.
I dream of seeing you, face to face.
I saw Blessed John Paul, when he came
to the Philippines.
I dream going there, where you are.
Happy birthday, Pope Benedict XV1!
Blessed John Paul, pray for us.
Mama Mary, pray for us.
Send O Lord, holy workers into Your church.
Love in St. Hannibal,