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I Met a Poem

I met a Poem

I met a poem
Once
All unaware
She was one

She did for
The least of these
And was told
Twas for the Son

She submits
Her scheme
To follow
His theme

Her metre
Marking time
To His beat
Her rhymes
Line by line
Toll complete

And raises
Others up
With no thought
To her own

By which was shown
We too can poems be
Songs formed
On the lips of God.

RWOz2

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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