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For all the flowers and wishes I’ve bestowed to others
And all the men I’ve treated like brothers
For all the children I’ve given affection
And all the “sisters” who shine in comparison
For I always remember the Lord tells me to bear arms with others
And to not stop even when they see me only as a bother.
My emotions are like a fire, easy to light and easier to burn,
My words can be like ice, cold but can defrost by what I learn.
My actions are like summer, heated and passionate with feelings
My wishes are like spring, still developing and a desire of healing.
Stick and stones may break my bones but words can’t be used against me
And with that, the golden rule is treat others the way you’d want it for you to be
And with that, give being nice and a disciple of Jesus a turn.
And with that, get rid of your negativity and let your anger burn.
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A religious poem I made for a school project that I think HP will enjoy. The amount of poems I make have become less and less frequent, basically turning into once or twice a month...Don't worry, I'll change that soon! This summer's going to be full of poems from me. :)
