He Stood There
He stood there, on the plain
gathered with the crowd
for they came to see him
today they were not proud
Vexation of the spirit
the order of the day
casting out unclean spirits
into hell where they would stay
They all sought to touch him
knowing he could save
virtue flowing from him
wave after wave
His eyes uplifted
his disciples to see
these words he spoke
that would set them free
Blessed be the poor
and those without power
blessed are you that hunger
ye shall be fed this hour.
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