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
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