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. I’ve been thinking about you a lot
You capture attention – mine surely got caught
So, here’s my reaction to your heartfelt plea
The plea of a gnarled and exhausted tree
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This detail won’t stroke your ego
It won’t make too many mentions,
but the road to hell is paved with details,
or is it ‘with good intentions’?
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Never mind…
I know you mean well,
Still, one cannot ‘good-deed’
Their way out of hell…
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Even so…
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In doing good we must leave no stone unturned
Yet, Grace is a Gift which cannot be earned…
This gift is not carved into tablets of stone
We cannot reach peace on our own…
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Bread can be hardened, and yet
You can never turn stone into bread…
The truth’s independent of one’s belief
If you bite into stone, you will break your teeth
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Some say truths are many, but how many are there?
And how can those ‘truths’ contradict one another?
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There is only One… for the old and the youth
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“What makes me think that I’ve met the Truth?”
I am Free Finally – I take that as a proof
There is mercy and grace for those who repent
Even to the gnarled trees that are twisted and bent.
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