my first poem
today, i have sore muscles
i scraped, painted, planted, dug, and labored
do you know why?
no, you don't
i wanted to give my life purpose
so i met Jesus
i want to live for him
so i follow his example, to serve others
this week i'm participating in world changers
i can make a difference
Jesus is my life
he gave me purpose
cmlestrade commented on my first poem
07-14-2009
09/13/2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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