Sixth Sunday

Walking down this road
The horizon brown
Walking down this road
With my head held down

Shuffling my feet
Clip-clop then slide
shuffling my feet
longing for a ride

My last words were
and my next will be
a shout of despair
"Unclean! Unclean!"

Walking down this road
On my face a frown
Walking down this road
My soul slipping down

Shuffling my feet
'Til again I hear
Shuffling my feet
A man walking here

I look up to see
soul-piercing eyes
I Fall down to his feet
With begging cries

With a smile he touched
And I heard him say
You are healed my friend
Tell no one of this day

Running up the road
With a happy sigh
Shouting from my soul
Praises of the Most High


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey