Stop. Look. Lighten
Robbed, stripped, abandoned
Of every hope and plan
And dropped here, and left for dead
Would no one help the man?
Religion in its busy-ness
Was quick to pass on by
Tradition simply crossed the road
Lest duty would espy.
But then a fellow traveler
Who knew the risks around
Came close, in earshot of his moans
And stooped toward the ground
And stopped his beast, a gentle ass
Who silently observed
The mercy, drink and helping hand
With which his Master served.
And lifted up the drooping frame
And walked while patient rode
And gave the world this timeless charge
To bear a neighbour's load.
(Luke 10)

(Thanks to famed Bible illustrator Harold Copping)


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