Sometimes I wonder dear friend,
If good times must thus end.
They should really come again,
For now I am in great pain.
In me there is love to give,
If only you will me forgive.
Lies to you if these words seem,
My longing will be but a dream.
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Ode to the Vicar of Whitefield
Shaking hands and building bonds.
Preaching sermons deep and short.
Smiling broad and laughing mild.
Visiting homes and spreading cheer.
Meeting the kids with child-like glee.
Luring the youth with jokes and truths.
Enchanting the old with a listening ear.
Encouraging the adults with words of hope.
Teaching the Bible with authority-while.
Learning the Bible in humility.- He is
A young priest with firm principles.
A good friend and a warm human being.
Preaching sermons deep and short.
Smiling broad and laughing mild.
Visiting homes and spreading cheer.
Meeting the kids with child-like glee.
Luring the youth with jokes and truths.
Enchanting the old with a listening ear.
Encouraging the adults with words of hope.
Teaching the Bible with authority-while.
Learning the Bible in humility.- He is
A young priest with firm principles.
A good friend and a warm human being.
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