On the feast of St. Agnes
Two sweet lambs lay down
They were set for a blessing
Before receiving a crown
Flowers so sweet
In the color of white
Crowned one lamb with purity
A beautiful sight
On the other dear lamb
The flowers were red
A remembrance of blood
That all martyrs have shed
They returned to the monastery
To graze at the farm
Under a monk’s tender care
They were kept safe from harm
In the spring of the year
Their white wool was shorn
To be used for the Pallium
Upon his shoulders to be worn
The sisters took care
With the needle and thread
As they stitched and they sewed
What would circle round his head
Six crosses of black
Are the simple design
A symbol of Christ’s love
A love so divine
Shaped like a “Y”
As the yoke that he carries
Requires much strength
He must be brave and not wary
The Pallium was blessed
And stored in a casket to wait
For the feast of Peter and Paul
The Church’s earliest Saints
Finally the day arrived
When to Rome he would go
To receive that white garment
That forever would show
That he was the one
With authority and love
A gift that was truly
Sent from above
And now with such care
He watches over his flock
As Archbishop of Milwaukee
Our faithful, strong rock!
Two sweet lambs lay down
They were set for a blessing
Before receiving a crown
Flowers so sweet
In the color of white
Crowned one lamb with purity
A beautiful sight
On the other dear lamb
The flowers were red
A remembrance of blood
That all martyrs have shed
They returned to the monastery
To graze at the farm
Under a monk’s tender care
They were kept safe from harm
In the spring of the year
Their white wool was shorn
To be used for the Pallium
Upon his shoulders to be worn
The sisters took care
With the needle and thread
As they stitched and they sewed
What would circle round his head
Six crosses of black
Are the simple design
A symbol of Christ’s love
A love so divine
Shaped like a “Y”
As the yoke that he carries
Requires much strength
He must be brave and not wary
The Pallium was blessed
And stored in a casket to wait
For the feast of Peter and Paul
The Church’s earliest Saints
Finally the day arrived
When to Rome he would go
To receive that white garment
That forever would show
That he was the one
With authority and love
A gift that was truly
Sent from above
And now with such care
He watches over his flock
As Archbishop of Milwaukee
Our faithful, strong rock!
Congratulations Archbishop Listecki!
