Three O'Clock
Three o'clock
Habit we watch and knock
Each day we sit, pray and lock
Thoughts we keep and hold
Hummings we chant, not mold
Restless body of the holy
Everlasting love in homily
Ending in salvation and sanctity
Our minds and bodies as one
Cloaked by the words and deeds of the One
Lasting peace in hearts and lives that adore
Over images and pictures of splendor
Christ who died on the cross
Knocks and dies at three o'clock so gross
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023
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