The Conscience of Spirit
The colors of spirit,
personality of soul;
its essence has no limits.
Spirit doe sits penance,
with conscience we grow;
the colors of spirit.
The conscience has seen to it;
of its guidance, we know;
its essence has no limits.
Live well, every minute;
to enjoy, when you’re old,
the colors of spirit.
On a wall, you can paint it;
consciences guidance foretold.
its essence of spirit.
In your heart, you’ll hold it;
consciences teachings are gold.
The colors of spirit;
its essence has no limits.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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