Monday, 8 June 2015

THE SELF




                                                           The Self Is Like A Blade Of Grass 
                                                           In The Morning Dew
                                                          Touched With Human Kindness Affects
                                                           Just As Few
                                                          It Tries To Do Its All In All
                                                          But Its Effort May Be Just As Bitter Gall



                                                         The More It Give To Humanity
                                                         It Feels Its Good For All Eternity
                                                         Some May Cherish And raise Its Sacrifices
                                                         Others May Be Quick To Point Out The Malpractices


                                                          The Self Perhaps Selfish At Times
                                                          Sees Not The Cares Of Others Be Times
                                                          The Self Full Of Anger , Betrayed And Destruction
                                                          May Bring Upon Itself Eternal Damnation


                                                          The Self Should Be Like John The Baptist
                                                           Free To Speak Out The Evils That May Insist
                                                           The Self May Be Like Paul Once Soul
                                                           Sharing Truths And Sounding Warning To One And All



                             The Perfect Example Of The Self Is Jesus Christ Who Left Heaven For Earth 
                             Died For All But Ask For No Help Let The Self Pattern Itself Like A Caring Wife                                          Fuelled With Love, Joy, Contentment And Knows No Strife



                             Whatsoever There Is Of Self Let It Not Be Like That Helpless Shelf
                              Let's Put It Out For All To See, And Lot The Blessing Come To You And Me



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