Thinkin' Out Loud....

Poem By Brenda Finch

I despise...

cliques
exclusivity
leaving others out in oh so subtle ways
rubbing salt in wounds
acting like they ain't
with a smile on their face
and shakin' more salt out
with a bigger smile.

Is it 'fun'
causing suffering of others
or adding to it?

You say you know Jesus?
Your Jesus must be a diff'rent Jesus than the One I know.

It boggles me mind.

God help.

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