The Treasure of the Faithful
The absence of favor, the empty purse.
No life of luxury, the poor man's curse.
The status quo of hope, the prayerful knees.
Quiet observations, colors of leaves.
The wail of a baby, lines on the face.
The world turning fast, the human race.
Sweet is the springtime break, sun melts the ice.
We have dreams in the night, of sacrifice.
The lives of the people, sorrow and mirth.
A tale of the drama, on planet Earth.
The old ones speak of trust, how they got by.
How they watched their children, getting high.
Comes the final reward, treasure at last.
The return you receive, from love you cast!
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2024
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