Long ago the Good Lord risen
Task of hope fulfilled complete
Made the world by sins forgiven
Fit for angels here to meet
They may sing songs to the little
Taking smiles as their pay
Their expense presents no riddle
Pleasing others is their way
To the hungry and the broken
By compassion are they drawn
Filling plates with love unspoken
Urging me to struggle on
So the lost need not be fearful
Edging closer to the grave
For receptive to the faithful
Hands must wait to catch and save
God bless those sweet nuns and their attractive young helpers at the Door is Open where I enjoyed an Easter feast yesterday. And God bless their good sponsors. If you liked the theme of this poem, please visit Coats from the Lost and Found.
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| © 2017. Verses by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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