The Year of Our Lord

Love

Joy

Peace

Why must we run from these things

Are not we all sinners

Are not we all saints

Can we not finally learn from all of our mistakes

I cannot breath without a drop of your grace and

I cannot see without the light from your face

Can I fly free on these wings and disappear into space, I will

Come along

Climb aboard

For this may just be

The Year of Our Lord