A Diamond In the Rough
The sun was hot but it was cold
He was old but I was not
I could walk but he could not
Although he was frinedly I was not
He spoke to me but I did not
I thought he was beneath me but he taught me alot
Although he was old he had wisdom
The kind that came from a kingdom
Grace, and peace of a lord if only I had listened
he spoke to me with a commanding voice
he told me I have a choice
which path will I chose
The path of peace and enteral light with dimonds to light
Or the path to damnation and enteral darkeness full of wrath in
the path
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
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