A Roman Miracle
Dec 5, 2012 18:28:17 GMT -5
Post by PrisonerOfHope on Dec 5, 2012 18:28:17 GMT -5
• A ROMAN MIRACLE
• A pretty maid, a Protestant, was to a Catholic wed;
• To love all Bible truths and tales, quite early she’d been bred.
• It sorely grieved her husband’s heart that she would not comply,
• To join the mother Church of Rome and heretics deny.
• So day by day he flattered her, but still she saw no good
• Would ever come from bowing down to idols made of wood.
• The Mass, the host, the miracles, were made but to deceive;
• And transubstantiation, too, she’d never dare believe.
• He went to see his clergyman and told him his sad tale.
• “My wife’s an unbeliever, sir; you can perhaps prevail;
• For all your Romish miracles my wife has strong aversion,
• To really work a miracle may lead to her conversion.”
• The priest went with the gentleman - he thought to gain a prize
• He said “I will convert her, sir, and open both her eyes.”
• So when they came into the house, the husband loudly cried,
• “The priest has come to dine with us!” “He’s welcome,” she replied.
• And when, at last, the meal was o’er, the priest at once began
• To teach his hostess all about the sinful state of man;
• The greatness of our Saviour’s love, which Christians can’t deny,
• To give Himself a sacrifice and for our sins to die.
• “I will return tomorrow, lass, prepare some bread and wine;
• The sacramental miracle will stop your soul’s decline.”
• “I’ll bake the bread” the lady said. “You may,” he did reply
• “And when you’ve seen this miracle, convinced you’ll be, say I.”
• The priest did come accordingly, the bread and wine did bless.
• The lady asked “Sir, is it changed?” The priest he answered “Yes,
• It’s changed from common bread and wine to truly flesh and blood;
• Begorra, lass, this power of mine has changed it into God!”
• So having blessed the bread and wine, to eat they did prepare.
• The lady said unto the priest, “I warn you to take care,
• For half an ounce of arsenic was mixed right in the batter,
• But since you have its nature changed, it cannot really matter.”
• The priest was struck real dumb – he looked as pale as death
• The bread and wine fell from his hands and he did gasp for breath.
• “Bring me my horse!” the priest cried, “This is a cursed home!”
• The lady replied. “Begone; ‘tis you who shares the curse of Rome”
• The husband too, he sat surprised, and not a word did say.
• At length he spoke, “My dear,” said he, “the priest has run away;
• To gulp such mummery and tripe, I’m not, for sure, quite able;
• I’ll go with you and we’ll renounce this Roman Catholic fable.
~ Author Unknown
• A pretty maid, a Protestant, was to a Catholic wed;
• To love all Bible truths and tales, quite early she’d been bred.
• It sorely grieved her husband’s heart that she would not comply,
• To join the mother Church of Rome and heretics deny.
• So day by day he flattered her, but still she saw no good
• Would ever come from bowing down to idols made of wood.
• The Mass, the host, the miracles, were made but to deceive;
• And transubstantiation, too, she’d never dare believe.
• He went to see his clergyman and told him his sad tale.
• “My wife’s an unbeliever, sir; you can perhaps prevail;
• For all your Romish miracles my wife has strong aversion,
• To really work a miracle may lead to her conversion.”
• The priest went with the gentleman - he thought to gain a prize
• He said “I will convert her, sir, and open both her eyes.”
• So when they came into the house, the husband loudly cried,
• “The priest has come to dine with us!” “He’s welcome,” she replied.
• And when, at last, the meal was o’er, the priest at once began
• To teach his hostess all about the sinful state of man;
• The greatness of our Saviour’s love, which Christians can’t deny,
• To give Himself a sacrifice and for our sins to die.
• “I will return tomorrow, lass, prepare some bread and wine;
• The sacramental miracle will stop your soul’s decline.”
• “I’ll bake the bread” the lady said. “You may,” he did reply
• “And when you’ve seen this miracle, convinced you’ll be, say I.”
• The priest did come accordingly, the bread and wine did bless.
• The lady asked “Sir, is it changed?” The priest he answered “Yes,
• It’s changed from common bread and wine to truly flesh and blood;
• Begorra, lass, this power of mine has changed it into God!”
• So having blessed the bread and wine, to eat they did prepare.
• The lady said unto the priest, “I warn you to take care,
• For half an ounce of arsenic was mixed right in the batter,
• But since you have its nature changed, it cannot really matter.”
• The priest was struck real dumb – he looked as pale as death
• The bread and wine fell from his hands and he did gasp for breath.
• “Bring me my horse!” the priest cried, “This is a cursed home!”
• The lady replied. “Begone; ‘tis you who shares the curse of Rome”
• The husband too, he sat surprised, and not a word did say.
• At length he spoke, “My dear,” said he, “the priest has run away;
• To gulp such mummery and tripe, I’m not, for sure, quite able;
• I’ll go with you and we’ll renounce this Roman Catholic fable.
~ Author Unknown
