Vincent Flannery Poet Rhyme

Rose Colored Glasses

Just try in the imagining of this
And the point of it all try not to miss
His Mother told Him that they were all out of wine
Then Mary told the wait staff to follow Him that all will be fine

Zacchaeus was a tax collector
And amongst the people he was quite a specter
Knowing His Name and that he was a sinner
Jesus called him down and then ate at his house for dinner

In seeking out a Samarian woman at the well
To her lost soul of His Glory He would tell
She ran in the gathering and telling of her whole entire town
As in His Kingdom this simple harlot will wear a crown

In a remote place 15,000 stood at Our Lord's feet
But only one of the many had anything to eat
Jesus took those two fish and five loaves of bread
Twelve extra baskets were still left after all were fed

This woman was caught in the act of adultery
Her stoning is what all had really wanted to see
Jesus simply bent down and began drawing on the ground
And soon not even one of her accusers could even be found

The point in all of this being
Many people will read yet so few of them will be seeing
Look at the Words written in black on white
And allow the Holy Spirit to give you sight


Dedicated to my Aunt Patsy

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