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The Status


His status was low.

His money was small.

But He could not be contained

By the things that He saw.

Now His Truth

Is ever etched on the face of the planets

And His love

Forever shines on us in the light of the stars.

Now He sits high at the right hand of God,

For He couldn’t be contained in earth’s miry sod.

  • Wayne Jerome
    Realistic Poetry


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