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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required BE GRATEFUL FOR ONCE The sky never complain of no rain; her skin keeps shining. Neither the soil complain of no water; her texture stands beautiful. Other creatures are grateful to God except man; Man, yes the desires of wanting everything; kills the zeal of other creatures not to be grateful to their Creator. Man, left the earth and owned houses under the water and the space. The sky is angry because man occupies their ecosystem, planes vibration made the sky go deaf; smoking engines of planes blind the eyes of the sky. Man wants to own everywhere. Where do you want other creatures to stay and live? man’s ungratefulness weakened the universe. Be grateful for once, You had good life others don’t have , yet you wouldn’t let less privilege be; Considered those who have died and gone; some gone earlier than written, I closed my eyes maybe I can see my kids and my wife, but see them not; The desires to gathered what I don’t need, died in me. Have you considered those who have nothing, yet happy? Gratefulness. Look your day of death; your wealth will not hold you back; In your grave where you laid, your ear gone stone dead. Your eyes blind sleep; you nose smells no more the fragrance of perfumes that cost fortunes; As I looked back into my youthful age, I saw times of my ungratefulness ; Found memories of the past, let tears down ; Oh my youthful age; why you don’t tell me the end of my beauty from the beginning? Looking at my bone and my skin now; limited places I can go and no one lost after my beauty. Be grateful for once. Written: Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel
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