Sabbath Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Sabbath

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One day, last of the week.
Rest we do, a Holy God to seek.
Our ways become not our own.
That day belongs to God and home.
Thoughts become a worship song.
Labors end, to hallow our wrongs.
Jesus went to the temple prayer.
The Apostles followed Jesus, in his cares.

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Pheko Motaung 23 June 2012

A great WONDERFUL poem FROM THE CLOUDS!

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