We deny our CREATOR
when we deny
the truth
of our talents.

When we
blatantly refuse
to become
what HE
would have us be...

We sell our
for a pitiful porridge
of selfish interests
and meaningless

What a sad
sorry substitute
for the glory
HE would share.

by Rhona McFerran

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Comments (2)

We need to protect the only hope in almighty no matter how much hard we live. Good
Rhona, such an interesting poem👍👍👍