The Gurgling Baby-poem by Roy Rannila
I sit in the pew with a silent prayer,
gurgling baby intercedes for me.
I stand as the Holy Gospel is read,
gurgling baby interprets for me.
I ponder the mysteries of the Message,
gurgling baby reminds me,
I kneel in adoration as The Eucharist comes alive,
gurgling baby rejoices for me.
Gurgling baby, more of a saint than I,