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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m a racist, you’re a racist, life looks racist too and one more proof that all are sinners (tainted through and through). Even babies fear a stranger (cling to mama’s skirt); inborn, we’re trained, or raised by parents with imperfect love? Categories plague our species; souls (smeared black with dirt) we dare to protest (in our stupor), wear Christ like a glove! You’re my friend, but who can be who dares to disagree, who even hints a strangeness lurks inside the heart of me. Christ saw evil in disciples, swiftly called it out! A friend suggests that you’re a sinner, and you’re prone to pout? Called unfaithful? Enemy? You’d call one friend who lies? Suggestions do not prove you’ve sinned; rejection of a friend IS BAD! Counsel from a friend’s so precious, life seen through fresh eyes. But choosing friends for honesty, my friend, this concept’s RAD! Funny how all sin conflates to bring us where we are, like monkeys, hands (stuffed full of cookies), trapped by ‘loudmouthed jar!’ Who deserves to win God’s favor, should a God exist? For time must live outside His presence, where our dreams persist! We, who dream that there’s a Dreamer, know our own dreams fade that we’re not God, still dream of heaven, hell; might death be gain? Souls are real, or human lemons beg for lemonade, a sweetness that might last forever; few give thanks for pain! Yet, it’s pain that nurtures wisdom (Christ’s death is God’s rock), while butterflies more love to flutter, summer’s breeze as frock! Brian Johnston 30th of August in 2020
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