Anxiety
Anxiety
Written: by Miracle Man
August 19, 2021
Believing forthcoming days won’t be sublime,
allow habits and idiosyncrasies to irritate.
All thoughts of delight will wither in time,
and days are spent scrambling to acclimate.
Embraced are those thoughts of wistful years,
praying future days don’t house sameness.
Then taking final inventory of life’s souvenirs,
and allowing others to usurp our saneness.
Many go through life hearing negative songs,
but “Love keeps no records of our wrongs.”
1 Corinthians 13 KJV
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth
7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes...
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2021
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