A Dusty Trail Called Hate
A Dusty Trail Called Hate
Miracle Man
4/13/2024
Hate is a dusty trail,
where seldom raindrops fall.
What causes man’s hate to exist,
oft times he can’t recall.
Does hate exist for someone’s look,
or shading of their skin.
Perhaps an unforgotten activity,
birthed way back when.
God didn’t intend for all to show,
a sameness in every way.
So man should show His love,
to those contrary to him each day.
When man can hate a sin,
but show love for the sinner.
God sees value and transforms,
him into being a winner.
Matthew 25:40 KJV
*40. And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
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