This is a poem I wrote when having a rough time in my life.
the sun shines down upon the many faces
a world filled with many races
small people, tall people ,people in between
nice people, good people, and people who are mean
it isn’t always easy to tell them apart
because you can’t see what’s really in their hearts
all people are good in one or more ways
some people count blessings some people count days
the only thing certain is gods always there
so if you’re in trouble or caught in a bind
reach for god he’ll throw you a line
and give you an answer that’s nothing less than divine
Image by Ed Yourdon via Flickr
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