The Miracle Man of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In L’Oratoire St-Joseph, where the faithful flock,

There was a priest named Andre, a man of great stock,

Who through his faith and devotion, wrought miracles grand,

That left the people awestruck, and his name in their hearts branded.

He healed the sick, and cured the lame,

With a gentle touch, he removed all pain,

The blind could see, and the deaf could hear,

And all who came to him, felt their doubts disappear.

His faith was strong, his spirit pure,

He prayed to God, and miracles did occur,

For those who came to him, seeking a way,

He showed them the light, and helped them find their way.

And so, the people came in droves,

To see the man who cured their woes,

They came with hope, and left with joy,

For Father Andre’s miracles, they did employ.

And though he’s gone, his legacy remains,

A testament to the power of faith and the human brain,

For in L’Oratoire St-Joseph, the faithful still flock,

To pay tribute to the man who made their hearts rock.