His face a fistful of character,
Clenched with the urgency of his message,
His folder hands a weather-scarred creel,
The preacher prayed.
His preaching begun -
The rising sun
Lights steeple
Moves to chimneys
Finally embraces the houses
In light and warmth
- His face lit.
His dialect love
He says, "Come;
Come to Jesus".
Clenched with the urgency of his message,
His folder hands a weather-scarred creel,
The preacher prayed.
His preaching begun -
The rising sun
Lights steeple
Moves to chimneys
Finally embraces the houses
In light and warmth
- His face lit.
His dialect love
He says, "Come;
Come to Jesus".
Amen! Come to Jesus :-)
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