At Long Last

Thanks for food
     all the more abound
          when you've gone
               long without.
Praise for shelter
     soars with the eagles
          when skies alone have
               been overhead.
Prayers for help
     flow like a rushing river
          when listeners have
               been so few.
Worship of the Christ
     lifts church roofs high
          when at long last
              they see they're
                   really free.

John 8:36

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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