Epitaph on Mandela (The rest of the Sower)

There at Qunu Will rest forever The Sower no one compares to In morning he sowed the wheat And at noon there they sowed the weed Then he came to weed And his hands they beat Yet holy work never knows failure Thus the wheat grew At harvest As the Messiah did for Judah They were invited to share the bread Without a grudge Now There at Qunu He will rest forever Free from hard work to Freedom found And out of the sweat of The Sower of Peace The Sower of Freedom The Sower of Liberty The Sower of Love They will reap forever And sing forever Rest In Peace

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