Long Days And Late Nights
By Paul Berchtold
Long days and late nights,
Burning flame on wick,
You have served God well,
When you served the sick.
Hearing cries of pain,
Enduring words so curt,
You have served God well,
When you served the hurt.
Taking all who came,
Both from west and east,
You have served God well,
When you served the least.
You have been God’s hands,
His welcoming door,
You have served God well,
When you served the poor.
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