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Angel without a Church
She won’t be seen praising God in a choir And she doesn’t care much for the state of her attire She won’t be seen leading a bible study or class More than often, you will see her giving so-and-so some sass Her shelves aren’t stacked with awards on display But she’d give her last dime or the remainder her day To help a dear soul who’s down on their luck She doesn’t even care that she’s merely one of the ruck She lives her life the way Christ would want her to Helping those who need a friendly face to help them pull through Those who could laude her, don’t know her name But those of us who do, know all the same Where earthly lists do not her name proclaim, ...St Pete’s Book will her Soul acclaim For my mother. ~27 Feburary 2008~
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