The Poor Live In Mud. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
The Poor Live In Mud.
With exultant lips
I call your holy name.
Lifting up my hands
I pray for the poor.
The poor are living in mud.
Help me to help them.
Give me a giving heart
and a smiling, consoling face.
In my search to find meaning
for life and all my activities,
I come to you for the gift of
dedication and perseverance.
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A brilliant philosophical poem on life and poverty has been so touchingly delineated by you dear poet Dr. Antony. The following lines are much impressive and meaningful. The poor are living in mud. Help me to help them. Give me a giving heart and a smiling, consoling face Thanks for sharing this gem.10
Give me a giving heart and a smiling, consoling face.... //.... to help the poor. We need that spirit and a prayer. Thanks, Dr Tony.
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5/6/2024 10:50:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'I come to you for the gift of dedication and perseverance.... So feelingly said, Another heart rending picture and a poem so relevant on it. Brilliant presentation, Dr Antony.