Sunday, January 18, 2015

The Rescuers

         
A leaf dropped in a flowing stream
      Then floated out upon the sea;
A drowning bug crawled on the leaf
      And drifted with it aimlessly.
The leaf was driven wild seas o’er,
And finally was blown ashore;
      And so at last the bug was free.

A verse fell from a poet’s pen,
      A thought of faith and hope and cheer;
It found its way from press to press,
      And told its message sweet and clear.
One heart bowed down with grief and care
Was lifted from its deep despair,
      And sang its praises far and near.


Jan. 18, ‘09 

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