THE SALESIAN STORY
By: Cl. Ian Pinto
As a young boy,
Don Bosco was called
To save young souls;
A lifetime he toiled.
In love he worked
And begged and shared;
He did it all
Because he cared.
To help the young
Their potential to gain;
This mission would entail
A good deal of pain.
Like roses strewn
Along the way;
It’s those who endure
The thorns that stay.
When Don Bosco walked
The people said,
“See how he goes
On that comfortable bed.”
But little could they
See the piercing thorns,
That bled his feet
As he braved on.
His mission was fueled
By work and alms,
Divine Providence
And many willing palms.
A hundred and fifty nine years
The Congregation has lived;
Beginning in a small room
With a few young men who believed.
And now the torch has passed
It’s us to keep the light alit;
As we commit our whole lives
To be worthy and share this gift.
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