The Seekers
Only the Undeserving
Only the undeserving
Can begin to understand.
The desire of the ages ~
Lies in this gentle man.
Like a burning bush
He lite the pathway ~
Weary souls must trod.
All the while showing them ~
The face of a loving God.
The hungry and the hopless
Drank deeply of his word.
And fed upon the spirit he gently ~
Imparted with each word.
Of his love he gave freely
each and every day.
He was the bread of heaven ~
Feeding thousands every day.
Do you wonder that he's smiling?
He knows his life was not in vain.
He left a legacy of love ~
To all who call upon his name.
Poetry
© by Sandra Kelly Copyright 2003
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