I have no right,
To blame,
Or hold a grudge against,
Anyone who caused me trouble,
For it's written,
In the first beginning notes,
That everything is stone and mortar,
Paint and gloss,
Diamond glass,
Or can be,
Nothing goes to waste,
And attention will turn,
Uninspiring dirt to delicate jade,
Harsh words,
To skilled ears,
Will polish the receivers,
And the foolishness of others,
God uses to make me shine