[b]A LETTER TO GOD
My heart I pour unto you
I hope my words pull through,
amidst millions sent to you.
Your love for me I know is so rare
because when I call you will always be there.
Oh God arise and take away my fears,
with you around me who shall I fear,
upon you lord I cast all my cares.
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SHOW LOVE
God whose name is love
expects us to show love.
Not only to our family
but to all in our vicinity
and not often but till infinity.
Satan who already knows his fate,
want people to always hate.
A state similar to Satan’s own fate.
Why hate? Just meditate because it brings treasurer to your gate.
Love takes away your frowns,
hate brings people down.
Hate will only make you drown
but love will only get you a crown.
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LIFE OF A MAN
The life of man is filled with trouble;
in his bids to stay out of it he doubles his trouble.
In his trouble all he does is grumble,
grumbling in his trouble only makes him fumble.
In his troubles he tumbles as he tries to struggle.
His struggle causes his stamina to crumble.
Man need to understand his troubles
because the more he struggles with his trouble the greater his trouble.
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THINK NOW
The life of man is so short
so much that man believe in enjoying it little worth,
of all standard that remains standard in this life is its end
and of all variable that remains variable in life is the way it ends and how fast it ends.
Men think every moment but of all men that thinks
only few thinks about when the end will come
and of all few that thinks only little thinks of how soon it may be.[/b]
