Everything is nothing, in a world of change
Nothing is everything, it's the same old page
Seeking glory, whatever the code
Blinds the pathway, pathed with gold
What the world gives, is only disease
For total healing, it's Him we must please
Preach to the converted, I hear him say
For unto them, I show the way
My burden is easy, my yoke is light
Trust in me
I have the right.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2024 05:06
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Comments2
Well rhymed and with good flow this poem sets forth its message
A peaceful weekend for there are many days yet ahead. For the converted, strength to carry on.
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