The Lonely Traveller

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The icy charred black road
Meeting my frozen feet
The winter air ever bold
Layers of cloth to keep the heat
A cathedral I see, just a few feet
A warm roof over my head
“Offerings of food what a treat”
Singing by an angelic voice, it was led
“Is it because I took the Lord’s bread?

I carry my heavy load
And bow at his holy feet
“I have nothing I haven’t sold”
“Twas the cold, I was trying to beat”
“If it pleases him I shall return to the street”
COME MY SON! MAKE SURE YOU ARE FED
FOR YOU HAVE BOWED AT MY FEET
NOW YOU SHALL HAVE MY BREAD
AND MY HOME; A PLACE TO LAY YOUR HEAD.

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