On Gossiping...
She returns her pious dagger
To its sheath behind prim lips
Paying no attention
To heart-wounds she inflicts
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On Serving...
Someday the bells will toll for you or I
Will we with weary gladness leave this dirt
Laying our soiled and sullied tools aside
Or will we leave with spotless, stiff-starched shirt
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On Wisdom...
Choosing denial when wisdom shines clearer
Is like pulling in the belly to look in the mirror
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On Walking...
If we do not walk
Prayerfully and kindly
Then we simply stumble
Careless and blindly
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On Being a true disciple...
How do I shine my light for You
Dear, gracious Heavenly Father?
My child, if you would be faithful
and true
Simply love one another
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On Temptation...
Warm and willing is the flesh
Cold and calloused is its curse
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On Humility...
It is difficult
To overcome pride
If one’s thought-life
Begins with ‘I’
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On Self-control...
It is pleasant
To indulge in a treat
And wise to remember
We are what we ‘eat’
© Janet Martin