The throne of God Where smoke ascends
Comes saintly prayers
From God's true friends
But not from song
Or spoken prayer
The hungry fed
Because they care
Our Sundays best
Is seen as vain
A hobo helped
His home a lane
The smoky plume
Shows justice done
With life stained hands
A battle won
Let justice flow
Let true love show
May God be pleased
Shalom below...
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