A Saint

My father wouldn't talk to my own brother And then he was mad at my own mother So for that I preached, and I prayed and I cried Now through wonders they are at each others side So now this sounds odd and probably quaint But if I perform another miracle will I be a saint. If a Pope performs a miracle he becomes a saint That is what I read and heard and I think its quaint But not one miracle, he must perform two I guess if the first was falsify then the second one will do But what is a miracle this if I need to ask Is it a cat that talks or a dog that laughs, Isn't it a Miracle when a child is born And Isn't it a miracle when a sinner loves the Lord Or is it a miracle when someone is cured of the flu And I wander if that one miracle, would really do. Also you must be pure and you must be Kind Then be virtuous, prudent and devout all the time. So if I forgive my wife the adulterous and the whore, Whom in Scotland was known to be at all mans door, If I forgive the sins she committed against others and me Also with the lying and the using and the hate I did see, And the whoring she did here behind my back With integrity and soul and compassion she did lack If I could cover all her evils with a coat of black paint I mean if there was that much paint, would I be a saint. As I been told hat would be a miracle true and true Taking the sin out of a heart that was never loyal or true, Taking the cheating out of a heart that's born to cheat Be like stopping the blood from that heart that beats, So through the grace of GOD and compassion of man I think whole heartily that will be my life's plan Forgive her of sins she committed against me and others So the sins wont befall upon her daughters or even her mother So as I say I forgive her, I feel as though I might faint But If I perform this miracle, I know I will be a Saint. Randy L. McClave