A song for Julie of the Theoscope

Here's a song for Julie of the Theoscope, and for any others among us who have been accepted for postulancy in religious communities this season ---- especially those going to communities with a teaching charism. It's by Michael Peter Smith, not to be confused with that other CCM artist.....

Sister Clarissa

Sister Clarissa could have been on the stage,
But Jesus came over and told her
He'd rather she taught the fifth grade.
Sister Clarissa is engaged to Our Lord.
He has promised to take her to heaven,
He never goes back on His word.
Sister Clarissa is eleven feet tall;
Her rosary hangs and it clatters and it clangs
When she moves down the hall.
She writes "Sister Clarissa" up high on the board.
The chalk won't dare squeak;
The children sit meekly without a word.
Somehow you know summer's over.

Who made me?
God made me
To know Him,
To love Him, and
To serve Him in this world,
And to be happy with Him
Forever.

Sister Clarissa believes in free will,
The communion of saints,
The forgiveness of sins,
And a quiet fire drill.
And when she hugs you
She hugs you too tight,
And she gives you a star on the forehead
For spelling Connecticut right.

Who made me?
God made me
To know Him,
To love Him, and
To serve Him in this world,
And to be happy with Him
Forever.

Many years later on a memory walk
Through the old wooden doors,
Down the same corridors,
Dusted with years of chalk,
You see Sister Clarissa
And she looks just the same.
And the sound of her rosary still brings a chill,
And she remembers your name.
And the years disappear
As though they've never been,
And you hear yourself saying,
"Yes, Sister,"
"No, Sister,"
Like you were ten.
And you're so glad to see
That she's still the same way,
And to tell her you love her
Before she goes over to
Her Fiance.

Who made me?
God made me
To know Him,
To love Him, and
To serve Him in this world,
And to be happy with Him
Forever.

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