Truth Time
 




Born in a place where rain was rare
where he stayed past old and greying,
he knew God's word, allowed no truck
with magic or soothsaying.

He would plead to be forgiven sin,
yet was a miser of affection,
frequently he took lost souls in,
showed them a new direction.

Absolutely truth spoke he
and of such is this, his eulogy.

By cherryk

© 2012 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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