What You Plate, You Eat
What You Plate, You Eat!
Written: by Tom Wright
4/20/2018
Judge me not by counting knots on my head,
But label me by what my daily living supplies.
It’s unimportant the number of times I was felled,
If each time it happened I continued to rise?
Man couldn’t make me what they’d like me to be,
And couldn’t make me do, only wish that I had.
I possess those hidden things visible only to God,
He knew of each youthful knot and saw them as bad.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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