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He walks in the footsteps that few can tread. His gentle voice is commanding-- Not in a commandeering manner, But full of understanding, Kindness, compassion, patience, and peace. There's no way to measure The love that permeates his being. His words: a priceless treasure. While others with judgmental views Tear the world apart, This man has not one speck Of hatred in his heart. Deep humility guides his steps And isn't a mere abstraction. Passion for humanity Governs his every action. You mean Christ, you say to me With words one could defend. Christ? No, I mean George,° My school chum and my friend. -by Bob B (6-28-17) °The Eleventh Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of New Jersey
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
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He walks in the footsteps that few can tread. His gentle voice is commanding-- Not in a commandeering manner, But full of understanding, Kindness, compassion, patience, and peace. There's no way to measure The love that permeates his being. His words: a priceless treasure. While others with judgmental views Tear the world apart, This man has not one speck Of hatred in his heart. Deep humility guides his steps And isn't a mere abstraction. Passion for humanity Governs his every action. You mean Christ, you say to me With words one could defend. Christ? No, I mean George,° My school chum and my friend. -by Bob B (6-28-17) °The Eleventh Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of New Jersey
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Jun 29, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
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