To God with Class

Each day I take Your body into mine,
and worship You, O loving God, at Mass,
each night I post a poem to You on line,
to try and offer You a little class.

In everyone I strive to see Your face
to prove by time and test I like You best,
and frost all my experience with Your grace
to meet by invitation as Your guest.

I yearn to put my arms around Your neck,
to speak the magic words because they’re true,
and face-to-face like angels in low tech,
to whisper in Your ear, “Lord, I love You.”

I know I have but little class to lend,
Lord, just enough to hear You call me friend.

                     by Pete Voelz     5/30/14