St. Quarantine - Dennis De Young

Bless us St. Quarantine

Patron saint of broken dreams

We pray you you’ll hear our call

As heavens fall

Won’t you save us all

Guide us to better ways

Put an end to wasted days

Under the moon and sun

Heal us everyone

Yes everyone

So we can plan for a new tomorrow

Free from all the pain of sorrow

Knowing our faith hides in the unforeseen

We won’t be fooled by grand illusions

Only truth for all conclusions

We promise you this oh St. Quarantine

St. Quarantine

St. Quarantine

Are these the end of days

Or just a passing phase

There’s so much we just don’t know

Can you tell us so

Are we good to go