John Paul 'The Great'
Supreme Pontiff of the church of Rome
Two large angels came to take you home
Oh vicar of Christ on Earth
You took with you people's joy and mirth

For many years you ruled in Rome
Even though Poland was your home
You ruled with a loving hand
Your command went throughout the land

You made yourself a people's pope
Perhaps to give the people hope
That if your teachings they'd abide
In heaven that's where they'd reside

You were the vicar of Christ on Earth
And now you've had your second birth
I give you love and admiration sir
So does all of heaven. We all concur

You wore the robes of royalty
People gave you allegiance, loyalty
Laid in state for all to see
Worshippers passed to say goodbye to thee

The world is dark and sad indeed
Your light left us. Now we're in need
Of one to come and take your place
One from heavens ranks. One that is chase

When you reached heaven's door
A throng of high beings their love did pour
On you. Then God said, "Welcome home, my son"
" Well done, well done"

Now your shell lies in a grotto deep
People that loved you now weep
Nevermore to see your face
Some one else shall take your place

But can they ever fill your shoes?
Will they ever tell the good news
Like you? We miss you. You were the best
And now you have a well deserved rest

I say goodbye to you forever now
Adieu, chow, shalom and I do avow
Your spirit shall learn in the upper realm
Someone shall fill your place at the lower helm.

Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)