Standing There
Standing 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 unclean spirits
in hell where they would stay
All seeking to touch him
knowing he could save
virtue flowing out from him
wave after wave
His eyes uplifted
his disciples to see
speaking these words
that would set them free
Blessed be the poor
those without power
blessed are you that hunger
for you shall be fed this hour.
Copyright © Michael Rice | Year Posted 2012
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