The Humble Life

Happy is the person / who turns a bag of darkness / into a light for eternity

On a softly spoken street
The lights come on outside
Where the homeless sleep
Looking for religion?
Find grace here
In the thoughts…
Deep within the human soul…
Where Jesus Christ weeps out loud
Searching amongst the unsaved
On an un-paved road
In the middle of nowhere
His Spirit appears
Rallying thy crowded cities
On thou busiest pavements
The same Holy Spirit wonders
In no way apart from the hearts
Of the highest to the lowest

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