The Teacher Poem by Randy McClave

I am no preacher
But, I abide to the teacher,
Of what he has said and done
He is the son.
He has told me what to do,
I have read what he went through.

I help the needy and the poor
And I never ask or need or want more,
My burden is light and easy is my yoke
It is as he had spoke.
He told me to help my brothers,
And I do, and I help all others.

"No one comes to the father except though me"
I was blinded, but now I see,
Then he arose from the dead
It is what he had said.
Though denial to many is a feature,
I abide to the teacher.

Randy L. McClave