A Man Comes Along (from the novel Willow Down / M. Gamble)

A Man Comes Along

So a man comes along
Trying to right which is wrong
Were the miracles real?
Could his touch really heal? 
If we drop that notion 
And spare the commotion 
The view is less blurred 
When we focus on the word 
No group to belong 
No bells, No gong 
Be loving and kind 
Was his only remind 
It’s simple advice… 
Just strive to be nice