Disipline
No discipline
in the present
Is joyous
but grievous
But afterwards
Reaps peaceable fruits
Namely righteousness
Love is discipline
meaded out in the
proper degree
To those who
don't see what
their deficiencies
do to humanity
To train them
in the proper way
To be truly free
To be like angels
in their love
for our souls
Trained by an only
True God
to traverse in
his personal ways
To be one with a God
How breathtaking
and amazing
(Needs work) but I love my first thoughts to play with later
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