
THE CUSTODIAN
It was the custodian who showed me grace.
Never did he wear a frown.
Always, he had a smile on his face.
Hands rough from labor
Clothes dirty and brown.
But, when looking into his caring eyes
You could tell that God was there.
Maybe it was the twinkle.
Maybe the gray in his hair.
Maybe it was something else
I guess I’ll never know why.
And though the years have trickled past
I still remember him from time to time.
The gentle, kindly, sweet old man
That always had time for a laugh.
Thank you, Lord, for all that you do,
And for putting that man in my path.
I loved the imagery of your custodian…so beautiful.
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Thank you! Totally made up, but when God puts a thought in me I tend to start writing. 😉
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Absolutely beautiful! ❤️
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Thank you!
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