Simplicity easing at the gate,
timely, relaxing of the mind.
Destroying whats left of hate,
establishing the sense of the kind.
Tangling the hatred of one,
Settling the score, in a simple mind.
It was God’s son.
Deploying one’s love, on the basis of hate.
Intergity, wasting the bait.
Establishing a relationship with the son,
taking his love, that you have won.
Displaying your majesty, on his throne,
not wasting a minute on the phone.
Relying on his pace, to repent your past hate.
I TAWT I TAW a puddy CAT!
[This message has been edited by Kellie_Cantrell (04-26-2003 07:50 PM).]