SAVED BY DIVINE MERCY / by Joe Castorino

The Fall

Cambria’s tight and sexy little outfit

  Stirred Julius’ powerful lust,

His pulsating passion filled his strong sails

  With a sweetly sensual gust;

Her heart was hooked in an instant,

  As she looked into his handsome dark eyes,

He charmed her with his honeyed words,

  So she thought him an enviable prize.

Dear Father, please make them a creation new,

Forgive them: they know not what they do.

 

Their glances magnetically locked together

  In a twinkling starlight gaze,

Then both of them were spellbound

  In a delightful and enchanting haze;

Later on that delicious, romantic evening,

  Their heartbeats raced as one,

But lost in an exciting emotional whirlwind,

  Her virginity had been undone.

Dear Father, please make them a creation new,

Forgive them: they know not what they do.

 

The Suffering

Cambria was treated like a piece of meat,

  And was whisked into the operating room,

With people rushing around everywhere,

  She felt a very strong sense of doom;

Then a man came in and introduced himself,

  While he anxiously kept an eye on the clock,

He hurried around as if pressed for time,

  And for her this was a really a shock.

Dear Father, please make them a creation new,

Forgive them: they know not what they do.

 

Piece by bloody piece was ripped from

  Her poor and innocent little child,

As body parts lay in a flood of blood,

  The thought almost made her go wild;

Cambria walked out in a depressed daze,

  As if someone secretly stole her soul,

She fell fast, into an empty emotional abyss,

  And doubted she would ever feel whole.

Dear Father, please make them a creation new,

Forgive them: they know not what they do.



The Divine Mercy

Cambria sluggishly dragged herself around,

  In the clanking shackles of her sorrow,

Through years and years of depression,

  She dreaded the coming of each tomorrow;

Somehow, and she knew not how,

  She found herself alone in a little church,

And weeping tears of truth and honesty,

  Her soul she began to search.

When we follow the Light of the Dove,

We will always find Merciful Love.

 

Later that day as she went to confession,

  God soothed her soul with a healing balm,

Her face was flooded with happy tears,

  Soaking in the twenty-second psalm;

It felt as if holy honey, warm and pure,

  Was poured into her lacerated heart,

She discovered the love of Divine Mercy,

  Who helped her make a fresh new start.

When we follow the Light of the Dove,

We will always find Merciful Love.