Beside the Master's Chair
. for public domain
Table scraps we shared
beside the Master's Chair;
more than we had dared
to hope for in our dark and foul air,
we partook as sumptuous meat,
discarded from a Heavenly Feast,
yet food enough, a Spiritual Treat,
to delight us among the least.
We raised our palms in praise,
hands unused to prayer, and tough,
rang hallelujah all our days.
The little we had - more than enough.
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