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The Poetry Pages

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Saints Reward

Old Bill Slater lived his life
A good and kindly man,
He smiled in sickness, and in strife,
According to God's plan,
Each Sabbath day he ready prayed,
His lips passed no abuse,
From righteousness he never strayed,
He supped not barley juice,
Each night his bible eager read,
In life he honest toiled,
No female ever shared his bed,
His temper never boiled,
No man could blight his goodly name,
He knew not spite or scorn,
Bill gathered neither wealth or fame,
His crown bared not a thorn,
Today upon his bed he lies,
Deserted by his Lord,
In cancered pain he useless cries,
And faith shows no reward.

Poem by Charlie Barker

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