Flamboyantly he strode along
Full conscious of the merging throng
That stood and gaped, his obvious wealth
Eliciting the cautious stealth
Of us poor folk, who paused to stare
And look and gape, it was not there!
No! Nothing like that anywhere
Where rich and poor just meet to share
The burden of pure Calvary,
That face in Heaven we will see!
No longer can we see or tell
The rich from poor. They dress so well
From rags to ragged, does not show!
They are clean, dressed down, their faces glow!
Shirt-tails out and sandal shod,
But know they are here to worship God!
Some stand hands raised, palms upward held,
United now, one perfect meld. (*)
A merging with the Spirit’s heart
Just one in worship hold a part
Of God within until we see
The wonders of Eternity!
There will be no difference there, in my Father’s House.
(*) or weld, like merging
Sam Cox 4.17.05