Friday, November 18, 2011

Somebody Remembers Jesus

he comes here
in the wee hours
of the morning garlands
him with flowers talks to him
to ease his pain spends
hours and hours
the lord hears him out
blessings he showers
as the lord tells
the father the holy ghost
he is penitent he is ours
we gave him a place
on earth but he lives
in an ivory tower
his world has gone
bitter sour
deaf mute dour

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