Saints

The ways of the saints are clean
Help anyone by any means
Live a goodly life with friends
For together never ends
Forget the modern distraction
Forget the pensive subtraction
Forget the where's and what's
But forget not that we have God
The ways of the saints are clean
And they go where they glean
For to pick up what has fallen
For to know what we are all in
For in God we trust
God knows the vine and must
To help a blind man see
We must be blind and healed of it
To help those in need
We must be dirty and then cleaned