By Pol Arellano
He’s meek, this man; the man who could
And all who walk like he be should
He captures light and traps each beam
And puts the Lord on prime esteem
Good odes he keeps in heart and mind
And teachings of the One most kind
Service, he draws on talent; flair
For those who need the utmost care
How meek! This man, this man who could
And be like he I pray I would
With works of good he mutely plods
He trusts the truth – that praise is God’s
Pol Arellano 