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The Good ServantLuke 12:35-40 Let your loins be girded and lamps burning, Be as men waiting for the master returning; From the wedding feast very late and alone, Since he drinks heavily and probably stone; Then he will be able to come in at once, Not fumble for a key, looking like a dunce; When he comes and knocks for his sake, The master finds the servant wide-awake; Blessed are those servants that are alert, Not find him with the maid, trying to flirt; He serves the master sitting at the table, The servant stands and waits being humble; After the master goes to bed he is vigilant, He watches to see for anything is violent; Seeing if a robber comes during the night, Periodic watching until the dawning light; Blessed are servants, not knowing the hour, Acting as a sentry like in a watchtower; For we know not when a thief may contrive, As with the Son of man when He arrive. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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