In this thing called life, one asks for one small thing. Please don’t pretend to like me; be honest; that in itself is a blessing. Don’t tolerate my presence as that’s not what’s asked of you nor I. What hurts most is when one feels he or she must lie. Even God himself never stayed where He was merely being tolerated; instead He preached to those who with open hearts were willing to receive Him. I’m not the same as you; as my poem from yesterday was written; I am a daughter of God; and even I am still learning. I never once throughout my life said I’ve lived a perfect life; in fact I’ve been quite honest about the truth in all times I didn’t get it right. But my Father tells me I’m forgiven for my past and its mistakes; and with that I know in Him He will complete His work in me whatever it takes. It’s okay if you don’t like me just don’t pretend you do; I’ll still go on with my life praying daily for you.
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Author:
GenXer Sharon 🙏🍀 (
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A poem that asks for honesty with others and self and admits to mistakes that can be forgiven. Well written
Thank you 🙏 my friend
You are most welcome
I pretend I like KP! heehee.
Not nice lol 😂
I'm 'orrible to her! lol.
Sharon, thank you for this. Amen indeed. There is something deeply freeing about reaching the point where honesty matters more than approval. I'd rather know where I stand than wonder where I don't. Thank you for putting that into words, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you 🙏 Tristan for reading and commenting. Hope all is well with you my friend.
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