May 17, 2025, entered in Michael Fulkerson's The Cruelty of Hate and the Consequences of Hate poetry contest
If I proclaim to love the Lord but hate my fellowman, the Bible says I'm lying. Love, not hate, is in His plan. Bad attitudes towards others if they're fueled day and night, soon morph into destructive hate, a vitriolic blight. Though love can be so powerful, hate can be just as strong. We don't like to admit sometimes our feelings are so wrong. We choose to sugarcoat the truth when hate is in our hearts. We cling to euphemisms while we throw our poison darts. Sometimes we're hypocritical, refusing to confess to sins like hate; yet we still think the Lord will surely bless! Those motivated by ill will will never know true peace. They'll moan throughout a friendless life and find no sweet release.
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