Divine Mercy Poem by George Samuel

From the crooked,
To your crown,
Find me raiment, Found me naked,
Like a gateway out of town,
Castaway the wicked.

Narrow is the path,
Make a way,
Knocking to find a gate,
Perfect for my sluggish day,
Delayed, but never too late.

From the hidden,
I'm mercifully chosen,
A sinner, yet not forbidden,
Saved, for Christ is risen,
At calvary, all sins are laden.

Lying low in the valley,
Find me a hill,
Home with the lilies,
Pardon my excess bills,
Give me wings to fly.