Let Us Pray For The Pope
The Pope lies weak, the night is long,
A hush of sorrow, soft and strong.
Candles flicker, hopes take flight,
We whisper prayers into the night.
A shepherd’s heart, both frail and pure,
His faith endures, his soul secure.
Let heaven hear each silent plea,
A miracle — oh, let it be.
Though shadows fall, our spirits stay,
United hearts begin to pray.
The dawn may rise, or softly call,
But love will stand through it all.
And if the skies should break and shine,
Hope will bloom, a sacred sign.
His voice once strong, now soft as air,
Yet still it guides us through despair.
In every heart, his light remains, 🙏❤️
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