It’s funny how time will cut you deep, then turn around and heal you completely from your head to the soles of your feet, if you’re lucky to have enough time on this side of the shining sun then you will see, that it’s almost always better to take a stand than to just take a seat, ain’t time neat, the accumulation of it will leave you wrinkled like silk, kicked back having a few regrets from all the milk you’ve spilt, or lactaid, either way the lack of it will leave you cold right where you lay, at any age, why waste time erasing what you wrote yesterday, when you have a whole new page to write today, would you leave it blank too scared to create, what would you say, if you were getting ready to die and God personally told you that you could stay, could you, would you, cease to take the bait from the opposer and finally live life by faith, with unwavering hope that will not be dismayed, will you agree and not debate, love and not hate, what would you do in this body made of clay, if you were getting ready to fade and hit the kiln then the Potter told you that you could stay… Selah



A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.



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