The Holy Man
He knew the Holy Books
He was a Holy Man
He spent his Holy Time
Roaming o'er the Land
He visited the sick in hospitals
Brought comfort to those in jails
Gave one and all a blessing
To tip the Heavenly Scales
He utilized every second
He never wasted a breath
Ever pushing and striving upward
From birth to day of death
And when he got to Heaven
The Holy Man, God Himself did greet
Saying, "Of all the beings I've created
It's you I've longed to meet"
The Holy Man then bowed his head
And shook it from side to side
Told God he was just obeying orders
~ As God broke down and cried
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