Where he walks all things flourish
and nothing on earth does perish
for every stride flowers form beside him
his sweet smile heals the lost and dying

No sandals adorn his feet
for he is firm footed on this land
by his side I will always stand
even on dunes on burning sands

He has no pockets
just the robe of the just
yet he is a very rich lamb
and I for one love him

Where he walks, I will follow
and by he's words do his bidding
for he is my king, I could never do without
by his words of wisdom, I am truly devout


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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