fr stan swamy
Poem By Reginold Jacob
Open the eyes of thy servant,
There are more with us than them,
A host of heavenly angels surrounds us,
Much more than they can count.
There are more with us than them,
A host of heavenly angels surrounds us,
Much more than they can count.
He is in perfect control,
He is the master of our souls,
Life or death has no meaning,
He is in perfect control.
He is the master of our souls,
Life or death has no meaning,
He is in perfect control.
Death is not the end of life,
Christ is the resurrection and the life,
Fear, not those who can kill the body,
Fear Him who can even kill the soul.
Christ is the resurrection and the life,
Fear, not those who can kill the body,
Fear Him who can even kill the soul.
Death is the gateway to heaven,
Death should not be mourned,
Precious is the death of his servant,
No, his death shouldn't be mourned.
Death should not be mourned,
Precious is the death of his servant,
No, his death shouldn't be mourned.
Servant of God is back in His arms,
Why do you mourn mere man,
Christ is the solace of the wounded,
Fear, not mortal men.
Why do you mourn mere man,
Christ is the solace of the wounded,
Fear, not mortal men.
Note this poem is a tribute dedicated to Fr Stan Swamy.