The Holy Trail
Title: THE HOLY TRAIL -free verse
It's dusty-walk to paradise
on feet-thorns prick.
it's tear-ful a journey to
where happy lies_in scorching sun's pit
and grey clouds' demise.
old sages foot-print
on sands-of-time, trees grow
bearing good fruits and leaves;
trails mapped by a Holy-book,
and lads follow to a spring
of living water, Jesus Christ, they go;
stains trapped on man's sole(soul) washed forever clean.
(C) Dambani Deborah (D.D).
John 13: 3-5
"Jesus knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he was come from God, and went to God;
4 He riseth from supper, and laid aside his garments; and took a towel, and girded himself.
5 After that he poureth water into a bason, and began to wash the disciples' feet, and to wipe them with the towel wherewith he was girded."
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