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Religion in NE
By Myra Brooks Welch
A home for the weary.
From star-lit skies
The sweep of light breathes an evening prayer
And shuts tired eyes.A home for the loveless.
Like the soft beat
Of an angel's wing, love's service speeds
On tireless feet.A home for the helpless
Never again
Shall these know neglect, whose twisted limbs
Are racked with pain.A home for the homeless...
A place to stay
Until God himself, at last shall wipe
Their tears away!
© 2002 for the NEGenWeb Project by Pam Reitsch, Ted & Carole Miller.