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“In the Marketplace — Bivo Joe” – A poem by Lewis H. Rogers

Many faces, in many places,
Many costumes, many customs,
Laboring often alone in solitary places
Sometimes alone in the multitudes,

In the Marketplaces of the world.

In the vineyards of the Lord he labors,
Dock worker, bus driver, carpenter, laborer,
Doctor, dentist, lawyer, teacher, entrepreneur,
Scientist, lecturer, grocer, meat cutter,

In the Marketplaces of the world.

Mover of mountains, builder of roads,
Captain of the fleet, lowly deck hand,
And wherever he goes his labor twofold,
“Earning daily provender, sharing God’s Word”

In the Marketplaces of the world.

Ministering to the masses in the Marketplace
Concern he has for the spiritual well being
Of those whom he may show the way to God.
Whether they be client, co-worker, administrator,

In the Marketplaces of the world.

In the places of the Kings, among the elite
Of the land, in the places of power and might, or
In the shadow of poverty and of self-denial,
Among the lowliest of God’s creatures he serves,

In the Marketplaces of the world.

Wherever God calls he is there
Ready to do, ready to be, ready to go
Willing to give to be to do whatever it takes
To tend the vineyards of God, and share its fruits.

In the Marketplaces of the world.

In the streets of city, village, and vale,
In church and cathedral throughout the land
An unfailing proclaimer of God’s joy and peace.
As through his message hope springs eternal

In the Marketplaces of the world.