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By Paula Schleis
He was a quiet man
Who stood with hope and heart in hand.
He was a gentle man,
Upon great waters He would stand.
He was a happy man,
Who was glad to be alive.
He was a troubled man,
Who knew that soon He was to die.
He was a generous man,
Gifts of faith and love He'd give.
He was an asking man,
Of His Father to forgive.
He was an understanding man,
Who would listen to our needs.
He was a helping man,
Who would help us tend our seeds.
He was a good man,
Who gave us all the very best.
He was a great man,
Who took upon Himself our death.
He was a needed man,
Who for His deeds He'd send no bill.
He was a crying man,
Whose tears, I'm sure, are falling still.
(Paula Schleis is a newspaper writer by profession, although during her college years she spent more time writing poetry than practicing news stories. This poem was written in the early 1980s.)
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