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Bag Of Bricks
The man had a worn beard
That told his story without speaking
Holes in his jeans, and jacket, and soul
You could feel the warmth leaking out into the cold
And, all he did was stare with a blank hope
Praying to Jesus to end the dreadful snow
And, bring back the summer sun once again
The man had a lesson to teach
In his own selflessly subtle and unique way
And, I could feel the weight coming down
A bag of bricks falling with the most righteous sound
In my worry free mind, I could hear it out loud
The discipline of God’s voice singing aloud
A song of sadness upon the world of late
The man grew smaller as I drove
A rear facing mirror losing it’s memory
I began to feel guilt, and sorrow, and shame
Hearing my heart say, “Give your excess away.”
And, for the first time, I began to pray
For justice and judgment to fall upon the day
And, leave us broken so as to reveal the truer of two faiths
