Sep 10, 2020
4 min read
The Good Samaritan (in poetic form)
Narrative poem of Luke 10:25–37
Left alone, his wounds — they bled
A weary traveler — left for dead
One you might think, would treat you as a brother
But instead, walks by, so cold, like any other
Good morning sunshine as he began his day
The sun rose hotly to show its rays
A…
