The Gifted
Gifted, are the ones who stare fear into it's eyes,
that call upon their courage in times of trouble,
with their spirit ready to fight.
To fight for the truth,the weak,and the right,
no matter the wrong,the temptation or the prize.
Gifted are the people who pledge profoundly what it is they will do,
those who call upon GOD and his wisdom,
to help to see them through.
Times of bleakness, uncertainty, or maybe even doubt,
faith, time, and patience is their only clout.
Friend bring around me your blessings,
the gifts you have graced upon your soul,
with dignity and pride, the future we will take hold.
The world could not help itself but take notice,
the sun and universe too,
that since our birth, we are the gifted,
yes my brothers and sisters of the planet,
me and you.
Gifts shall be appreciated,
by those they are bestowed upon,
no matter the value placed upon them,
they are what they are.
Like talent whispering through a summer's breeze,
don't waste them,
they could be washed out,
like dreams into the seas.
Place your gifts upon mantles,
call on them when you need,
in everything you do,
I'm sure my friend,
you can achieve.
If only you believe.
If only you believe.
If only you believe.
Copyright © Jesu Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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