The sinful mind is sick,
Selfish, and alone
There is naught to prick
The heart that's turned to stone
Daily, complaints are swirled
In a spiral of woe is me
Ever angry at the world
With no bonds made lovingly
Oh, how there is a hardened shell
That to hug...the return is stiff
If there is love felt, who can tell?
As all they hold to...are long past tiffs
Who will remind them of who they are?
And how to appreciate life, too?
For they were once, but a rising star
Full of hope... all shimmering new
It is ours to offer love
And build a circle of trust
Offering hope to see above
The bitter dried up crust
It is ours to believe and pray
For all who are having a hard time
Ever we can hold our light showing the way
Unto finding purpose in God's design
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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