In the weary ragged and torn clothes
She visits the church in the outskirts of the city
Stopped by the aristocrats before she climbed the stairs
Does the Christ not invite the poor inside?
Wept and shattered she stood behind
Prayed with her heart in a sorrowful silence
Yet it echoed all around like a thunderstorm
Again she visits the church in the same piece of rag
She stoops as she reaches closer to the door
She hesitates and fears, her feet freeze there
She at last decided not to enter
Again she prayed with tears dripping down to her lips
Before a stranger took her in
She couldn't choose between smile and surprise
She stared towards him until the prayer stopped
Soon she found out that he walked out
Rushed she breathlessly and stopped him aside
She couldn't talk but whispered a 'why? '
' I saw the heart beneath your rag
And too the love hidden in your tears for Him
My Jesus said to call you in', said he with a pleasant smile
She looked towards the sky with her eyes closed
Inhales the beauty of his words before she passes by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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