STREET PASTORS
 
 
Caps,
Suited and booted,
Protected by prayer,
Have you walked with God, In the cold
Light of days?
Where Sons and Daughters
                                     Lay,
 
Hiding beneath the Blanket,
Of the quiet Wing,
Stumbles your fortune,
Somewhere beyond,
The Gutters ’n’ Sidewalks, 
Cracked is the window,
And stained is the door,
Of the twisted Church
 
Handing out Flip Flops,
Among the shards
Of green and blue,
Beats a rather different 
                 Tambourine ,
 
In Time,
To our Lord,