In the absence of the priest,
My heart in earnest search, my soul in dire need, I ponder. God will I find?
In the absence of the priest,
I seek Him, the pages of the book I scan the truth to find. Do I understand?
In the absence of the priest,
I bow my knees, I cry, I call out to Him. Does He hear me?
In the absence of the priest,
I lay my life at His feet, I confess and repent. Does He forgive me?
In the absence of the priest,
I belive Him, I receive Him, and my spirit bows in total surrender. Does He accept me?
In the absence of the priest,
I walk by the light I receive, I trust in the dark I traverse. Does He lead me?
In the absence of the priest,
I see it, I hope, my faith stands unshaken in the promises He's made. Does He give it me?
In the absence of the priest,
I am sure and certain, death I will conquer when life closes its curtains. Does He welcome me?
If in the absence of the priest; Yes,
Why do teachers build bridges to God only they can cross while we wait for the crumbs of the experiences they choose to share?
If in the absence of the priest; Yes,
Why should men claim guardians to keys when the gate is this wide open?
If in the absence of the priest,
Yes! The court is this free and accessible, will I not plead my case for myself?
And if into His presence you are called to lead me, please leave me in the intimacy of a conversation with my father ones we are there.
For if the Lord said "come" and I answered "Lord here I come", it is all in the absence of the priest.