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Jesus At the Traffic Light
Jesus at the Traffic Light
By David J Walker
It turns out that my
Atheists friends were all wrong
Jesus is real
And he hangs around
on a cross-town traffic light
Over the bricks laid by prisoners
In the streets of our long-ago downtown
Watching the Salvation Army
Marching the hungry children
Stopping for a taste of his blood
And crumbs of bread from his beard
Feed my sheep he said
Feed my sheep he pled
The light changed and
He was gone
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