It walked the rocky roads,
in search of the ones left out.
The ones not good enough
for those religious, pious.
Blinded by the rules and the
fashion of their own goodness.
The outcasts lay forgotten
outside the doors, never worthy.
Yet those sandals came before
them all, loving, healing, feeding.
How might we love those on
the outskirts, and bring them home?
in search of the ones left out.
The ones not good enough
for those religious, pious.
Blinded by the rules and the
fashion of their own goodness.
The outcasts lay forgotten
outside the doors, never worthy.
Yet those sandals came before
them all, loving, healing, feeding.
How might we love those on
the outskirts, and bring them home?
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