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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pain As A Catalyst For Faith
[time] => 2010-12-22 06:00:26
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[bodytext] => I never sought your money, never sought your gold all I ever asked, was for the truth to be told while time has passed, my hope has faded G-d only knows, how long I had waited Memories I have as a little boy, once happy just to play with my toy but as I grew up my mind did ponder, if truth really existed over yonder reaching adulthood I saw for myself, the lies which my soul had been fed only by the grace of G-d was I prevented, my steps to purgatory from being led Now I am older, being blessed with a family of my own left with so many questions, and still very very much alone perhaps if only I could make sense, to understand who you really are a chance to at least to be able, with hope to remove this scar And you my forebearer, although you brought me into being you gave me my strength, but my faith gave me my seeing but now your are old, and you can no longer pretend despite our relationship, gone is the ability for me to mend Those missed opportunities, now my mother is no longer only after her death, did I realize she made my stronger my internal tears how inconsolable, when this truth set in oh how much I failed to honor her while alive, this my sin "Honor thy father and thy mother", have we been commanded for no other reason or purpose, other than He has demanded no matter how much grief or anger, you feel from you they deserve avoid bringing punishment upon your soul, your anger do not preserve Lessons of a lifetime, skeletons in the closet we all do hide varying durations of time we have been pained, in whom to confide there can be no escape, for our actions will we be judged how difficult to overcome our ego, to this we can't be budged While we cannot go back, stopping those hands from turning time but we can seek to redirect ourselves, focusing toward the sublime charity starts at home, therefore it's for our own ultimate good eternal bliss really does await us, if we but only understood [comments] => 1 [counter] => 129 [topic] => 19 [informant] => 2bpositive [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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