I love to hear the church-bells peeling loud <br />For Angelus, before each service starts; <br />I am a Christian and I am so proud <br />To keep my soul pure till my life departs. <br /> <br />God’s peace descends on minds that deeply pray; <br />The atmosphere within a church is great; <br />I wish to get communion every day, <br />Confessing sins mortal, venial till date. <br /> <br />I love to pray kneeling ’fore grotto-gate <br />Emptying the heaviness from off my heart; <br />And then, I know my God will change my fate, <br />And help me do my duty and my part. <br /> <br />’Tis nice to live quite near a church always, <br />And spend in Piety our earthly days. <br /> <br /> 7-25-2002<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-what-a-christian-loves-most/
