German Cardinals

h/t to Catholic Church Conservative

today May 18, 2012 said:

"Cardinal Koch accuses SSPX of anti-semitism"

"Cardinal Lehmann - "for many means all"

http://cathcon.blogspot.com/

“Christoph Schoenborn, Austrian Cardinal, OKs Gay Man For Parish Council”

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/04/02/austrian-cardinal-christoph-schoenborn-oks-gay-man-florian-stangl-parish-council_n_1397407.html

“Müller says that the doctrine of the Perpetual Virginity of the Blessed Virgin Mary is "not so much concerned with specific physiological proprieties in the natural process of birth [...], but with the healing and saving influence of the grace of the Savior on human nature."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerhard_Ludwig_M%C3%BCller

TURNED

TABLES

OF

THE

LORD

In the land

Of Deutsch and Vaters

Races the Rhine's

All mastering waters

No other creed

Or freemasonry

Hate like the Vaters

Of Germany

One, two, three...

Four have spoke

Schoenborn, Muler,

Lehmann and Koch

Schoenborn talks

Lehmann's for all

Muler's global

Koch anti-St. Paul

An Alter Christus

Is for sinner and virgin

But the Rhine's vineyard reds

Let deviance burgeon

They will like you to death

With all their red fibre

And drown your soul

So you can't reach the Tibre

So in the land

Of Deutschland's waters

It’s time to dam

Rhine's polluted Vaters!

Traditional Priests for Extreme Unction

ROMANTIC SACRAMENT

Send me not roses

Carafes of wine

Send me your words

Of love divine.

Send me not jewels

Encased in gold

Send me your words

My heart will hold.

Send me not silver

In purple so plush.

Send me your words

Oh, make my face flush.

Send me not silks

Of shimmering dyes.

Send me your words

Bring tears to my eyes.

Send me not song

I sleep close to death.

But send me your words

For my very last breath.

SSPX Priests

THORN

OF
THUNDER

And he rooted us

With an honorable people

Beneath Our Lord’s

Only steeple -

Our inheritance

Assembly filled

An abode of Saints

Bones crushed were thrilled -

When pearls of peace

Silver-sacraments plundered

From early bird song

Then the thorn of thorns thundered -

Sheep struck by lightening

Bruised by hail

Submerged in a maelstrom’s

Violent gale -

But the thorn owned thunder

From above to quell -

Raining down what was given -

And the thorn’s thunder rocked Hell!!

Sons of Thunder

of

mauls

and

MEN

The mauls they flew

The punches too

Upon the pitch

They cheated.

But Lions true

To Marian blue

They never once

Retreated.

The referee

He would not see

Remained aloof

And cold.

Sold-souls held up

The silver cup -

But the Lions

Took the gold!

Archbishop Marcel Lefebvre!!!

TIMELESS 
PRIEST


 Dearest boy 
 With laughing face 
Standing next to 
 Him of grace


 Letting little 
 Children come 
Caring not 
 Where they were from


 In the present 
 Your look tells 
Listen, hear 
 The knell of bells 


 For that something’s 
 Failure, end – 
He of grace 
 Did much portend 


 And you sweet child 
 With smile of gold
 Next to him 
 Christ placed you bold


 So in the future 
 We could see 
This timeless Priest 
 Of eternity!!

Irish Kneelers

THE
IRISH
KNEELERS

We are St. Joan,
Philomena, Campion
The Faith in its whole
Is what we do champion.

We are St. Margaret,
Pearl of York
Where the bowels of the Faith
They tried to torque.

We are Sir More,
That's Thomas the Saint
Whose reputation
They could not taint.

We are vocations
In Ireland kneeling
Adoring His presence
It's not just a feeling.

We are descendents
Of Irish and beggin'
To stop all the men
Who are turning us pagan!

We are the poor,
Uneducated ones
But in faith well-informed
The heretic shuns.

And when we are told,
"Don't kneel anymore."
Since we don't hold doctorates...
We kneel and IGNORE!!

Christ Is Risen

THE
NEVER
SETTING
SON

His head pushed north.
His feet reached south.
His arms spread east
To west,

Allowing men
To mock Him so
And put Him
To the test,

So all the world,
With eyes to see,
Would know His life
Was done.

But when He rose,
They realized,
He’s…
The
Never
Setting
Son!

Good Friday

RED-ROBIN OF

GOOD FRIDAY NOON

I sat upon my back porch step
One dark Good Friday noon
And saw a robin red-breast rest
To sing a soft sad tune.

The melody it brought me tears
As damp cool winds blew by.
My soul it felt the stab of spears...
My sins that made Him die.

But robin of Good Friday noon
Your blood-red breast reminds...
That we must stop...confess our sins
Now death...she holds no binds.

And when on dark Good Friday noons
Red-breasted robin sings,
Confess your sins at Sacrament
And sprout red-robin wings.