They filled the water pots
All the way to the brim.
For Whom? For Him.
Zacchaeus had heard lots
He want out on a limb.
For Whom? For Him.
They laid aside their “jots”
And “tittles,” all so slim.
For Whom? For Him.
They brought their little tots,
A blessing’s no “mere whim.”
From Whom? From Him.
Man’s world’s no more mere dots,
Man’s eyes no longer dim.
From Whom? From Him.
A leper no more rots,
Hopes are no longer slim
From Whom? From Him.
The first miracle? Pots.
Vitality and vim?
– All from God’s HIM.
– eab, 3/17/11
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