Curtis Johnson Poet Prose Poetry

Fathe Bob

Father Bob
By Curtis Johnson

In Chicago, by the early 70’s, many great churches had taken flight
Off to the suburbia they went, seeking refuse from crime and blight

In the late 60’s, one man answered the call to win the lost to Christ
He moved his family to Chicago, willing to pay whatever the price

While the windy city slept, he went out to talk to the people of the night
In this metropolis by the lake, drugs and gangs were winning the fight

While the windy city slept, he searched for the addicted in dim lights
In this asphalt jungle, he told them that Christ could raise them to new heights

While the windy city slept, he prayed that God would improve their plight
In this city of the magnificent mile, he believed that God would make things right

In Chicago, as their world of addiction ruled and ripped them apart
He sat with them; He cared for them; And they called him Father Bob

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