Jesus giving the keys of the Church to Saint Peter
Franciscan Christians, there are some things key,
Made to order so we can be,
Among the holiest in the family tree,
Use them then, for they are free.
Confessed, professed, to belong to Him,
Yet "It is I who chose you, not you me."
Prayerful penitents in lifestyles prim,
Franciscan family in fraternity.
Within, without, below, above,
Wherever in life you have to go,
Serve Christ's Church with deepest love,
Convert both your heart and your life's show.
Keys please in so many ways,
Though all lives lie open to the Lord,
Who could guide so many days,
Save God through His gospel sword.
Models, guides, and mentors besides,
Everyone needs them so too we must,
Our master key in St. Francis resides,
His words and example we can trust.
From a See comes sight, as God's might,
Opens a narrow gate for His People,
Confused becomes the modern fight,
When we take our eyes off Rome's steeple.
Brother Not, sfo