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A poem about virtues |
| I can have everything But if I don't know what I have Then I have nothing If my goods are stored away Forgotten, unaccessible Then these goods, my goods, Are as good as dead I can have patience I can have faith I can have love I can have it all But unless I know it Unless I know how to use it Then it is as if I do not have it But all goods can be found, All virtues restored. For it only takes the heart to seek And the desire to withhold. To have the strength to find But to have the ability to keep And retain that which was captured by strength, You must know and believe It is not your strength but His. Providing to all, invariably To those that seek Editor's Pick in Spiritual Newsletter 7/27/11 |