As we take our first breath
We are handed a tool
Given to us by the creator of the universe
It never leaves our hand
Although we cannot see it
Or feel it
We can sense it
Some are meant to change people
Into better or worse humans
Some are meant to carve the world
Into the place we love or hate
Some are meant to give us hope
Which without we would fall
Some are meant to teach us
What we would never know, other-wise
Some are meant to strengthen us
To become who we really are
Some are meant to save us
Before we disappear
And some are meant to destroy
The better humans we are
The world we love
The hope we stand upon
The knowledge we know
And the strength we lean on
Which tool is in your grasp?
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
As we take our first breath
We are handed a tool
Given to us by the creator of the universe
It never leaves our hand
Although we cannot see it
Or feel it
We can sense it
Some are meant to change people
Into better or worse humans
Some are meant to carve the world
Into the place we love or hate
Some are meant to give us hope
Which without we would fall
Some are meant to teach us
What we would never know, other-wise
Some are meant to strengthen us
To become who we really are
Some are meant to save us
Before we disappear
And some are meant to destroy
The better humans we are
The world we love
The hope we stand upon
The knowledge we know
And the strength we lean on
Which tool is in your grasp?
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