Daughter sang with the children's choir today, and, since this is the Sunday closest to the Feast of St. Francis, the hymns centered around that. The opening hymn was one I'd never heard before, and it was *adorable*.
Today we celebrate a feast,
A holiday for man and beast.
We think of every friend who speaks,
barks and purrs and roars and squeaks.
As we sing we keep in mind
beings of a different kind.
Bless all creatures here below,
Lord, from whom all blessings flow.
We think of squirrels in the park
at play from morning light 'til dark,
and birds that sing on leafy boughs
in green fields with the sheep and cows
Dear that in the forest leap,
whales that swim the ocean deep.
Bless all creatures here below,
Lord, from whom all blessings flow.
Together with our pets we meet
friends with whiskers, tails that greet.
Muzzles wet beside our cheek
show us love they cannot speak.
Hold them tight so they will know
where we are they too will go.
Bless all creatures here below,
Lord, from whom all blessings flow.
There were three more verses. The last line, though, is what made me well up:
When at last we come to you, let our creatures be there too
Our creatures have just got to be there. If they're not, how could it be heaven?
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