The Many Colored Robes He Wore
The Many Colored Robes He Wore
The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.
In faith, uttered he words soothing fears
And sweet wondrous words from his heart.
Tending masses- holding back his loving tears
Prayed he all, a blessed and godly new start.
Through infinite quiet and its deepest sound
Into darkness and its ancient hollow hold.
He won battles with truest faith unbound,
And prayers of epic blessings retold.
The many colored robes he wore
Gave priestly rank and set him apart;
His faded socks, best of his poor store,
They drew him to a repentant heart.
1-23-2016
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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