Monday, July 19, 2021

People of the Soil

Blessed be the poor,
The people of the soil;
One thing is for sure,
With their hands they toil.

By the sweat of their face,
Do they eat their bread;
Not worried about the race,
Of trying to stay ahead.

Husband and wife,
Sister and brother;
They know in life,
We must love one another.

Having no treasure on earth,
Where rust will destroy;
Knowing life's worth,
God's spirit they enjoy.

They labor all day,
But their sleep is sweet;
Not forgetting to pray,
Casting their cares at Christ's feet.

Not possessing much education,
Nor a college degree;
Yet they have divine inspiration,
Given to them for free.

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