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Is it about you or God,
Does your religion teach hate,
A bed of roses may not be your life,
But it is was Jesus who wore the thorns of strife,
Don't judge but show love everyday,
God will sort us out on judgment day,
Live your life so when you die,
Nice things people say won't be a lie,
If you're going to be religious,
Instead of a nut be a fruit spiritually delicious,
It's good to talk the talk,
More pleasing to walk the walk,
If you keep your eyes on God above,
Then how can you not know love.
I fall short every day and God knows it. We often complain and we judge others but we have no right. It was Jesus who suffered and wore the thorns so that we might be saved and love one another without condemnation.
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carololololo Nov 2014
det er bare tomme ord
tomme ord der fylder rummet
tomme ord der bryder igennem
stilhedens tykke vægge
ord man ved hvis betydning
ikke eksistere
fordi de tomme ord
er ord der bliver sagt
når venskabet allerede har mistet
dets ynde og pragt

*c.t
Cade May 2014
Chained,
here,

while you suffer,
I am safe,

while you wait,
I can plan

I won't let them,
get us again,

I'll be ready,
You'll be safe,

I'll unshackle you,
and I'll be unchained
Cade Apr 2014
your eyes they bore,
straight into my soul,
asking, "please stay safe"
knowing how utterly full,
I am of,
crazy and dangerous and,
world changing ideas,
and the urge they give me,
making me totally,
unable to keep still,

— The End —