When I am blamed,
prosperity I desire.
When I am in pain,
I wonder "How much worse is hell fire?"
I fear the wrong things,
I loose control of my tears;
I forget Lord has given me wings,
to fly over my fears.
They say "Lord has given you control!"
But yet again, what's the death toll?
Countless die,
while we rely.
Fear God alone,
love more, less mourn.
Be kind to beyond those your kind;
in this peace you will find.
~A.S
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Escalating| #Wattys2017
PoetryA collection of poems from the journal of a pre-teen, living on planet earth, wishing for things to be perfect. "What defines us is how well we rise after falling." ~Unknown Also don't copy my work, I am not asking you to do this, it's...
