In the depths of their robes,
A priest resides,
With a heart full of love,
And a soul that guides.

They've seen the world,
In all its light and dark,
And yet their faith remains,
Like a beacon in the dark.

They've heard the confessions,
Of the lost and the found,
And they offer forgiveness,
For every soul that's crowned.

They celebrate the joys,
And mourn the pain,
They're always there to listen,
And to help us gain.

The priest who lives inside their robes,
Is a gift to us all,
A reminder of the good,
That will never fall.

So let us cherish them,
And their holy light,
For they are a blessing,
Both day and night.