Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Ode to an Unknown Drifter #205
Ode to an Unknown Drifter Beneath the weeping willow strands Where cross he made with praying hands That marked a hallowed piece of ground Beside the tracks once nowhere bound Till prostrate there his soul at rest In summer's heat his sins confessed While looking up at distant stars Believed in GOD from not so far To take his life and make it whole From drunken state and lost control Beneath the weeping willow strands Where cross he made with praying hands That sealed the death of sinful man And marked in time when life began Anew to live again with Love And thankfulness to GOD above With praise and heartfelt gratitude For sudden change in attitude Had brought this drifter home at last Forgiving him of all his past Beneath the weeping willow strands Where cross he made with praying hands That symbolized the death of one Unknown by Father, Ghost, or Son But now he rests within their care As saved by Grace from dark despair For wooden cross now marks the spot Where drifter came and found his lot A broken man now child of Grace Who's found on Earth his resting place Beneath the weeping willow strands Where cross he made with praying hands. -Lighthouse Bob |
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Ode to an Unknown Drifter #205
Ode to an Unknown Drifter #205