Sunday, November 4, 2012
I know who you are and I saw what you did.
I know who you are, and I saw what you did. Little sunflowers pulled up by the root. Just thrown aside. As you did it, you just sighed. It's now uproot. I know who you are And I saw what you did. On a wall, by her room, You wrote the word, "bitch." Are you now filled with gloom? It must her curly hair that sends your mood into the ditch. Does she get your face all a red bloom? I know who you are, And I saw what did. Doesn't your greasy, ugly girlfriend feel any jealousy? The curly haired girl...
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Proverbs 11:22
I look outside to see the glory of our Father, Oh so Heavenly. I look beyond and beneath without much glee, like a ring of gold in a swine's snout, the ugly behind the beauty stands out. In a mirror, I do see an image of—well—me. If I look deep, what will it be? Will it be pretty? Will it be ugly? Is there goodwill to my fellow man given lovingly? Or nothing but the bad, the evil sins, and the downright ugly with all the cruelty? If it must be the latter, oh Heavenly Father, guide my feet so...
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