A Continuation of Kris-Tyan's Poem
How do I like my area?
It's good. It's very uniform in that it's almost all residential, and almost all the same economic level. Not terribly rich, not very poor.
There are definitely poorer places and richer places, but it's like it all got put in a blender, so there aren't any large chunks of anything, but it's literally several larger houses all next to each other with several smaller ones right in between. There is only one small segment of my area where it is not allowed to proselyte at night time, just because it is extremely poor and reportedly dangerous.
I did do a little more of my poem, but it's not finished yet. Here you go...
"I thank you that you've chosen to cease,
and provide us with a moment of peace.
I'd like to speak now, and address some concerns,
But it's up to each one on his own to learn.
My first friend recognizes the value of strength
He had rolled up his sleeve its entire length.
He showed us that to him, God has given a gift
God hoped he would use it; not to knock down, but to lift!
Oh my friend! What power you have to help!
Even those you derisively classify as 'whelp'
As for your guns and bombs, they are certainly a force,
And protecting your country is definitely a noble course,
But a question is begged: which holds more power:
The bomb, or the house that still stands in that hour
When dust settles from the explosion, and the earth has been shaken
And human life itself so horrifically taken?
That house is the man who keeps his head,
when everyone around him is spiritually dead.
The body is a temple of God, out and in
You've taken good care of it, now begin,
To clean it from the red of the blood you've spilt,
The people you've hurt, and the weight of your guilt.
Then you'll be free, then you can stand
Wielding the sword of the spirit in your hand.
Yes! Again, I say:
Though you're red as scarlet, you can be white as snow
and at that time you will fight the fight with the real foe
Then in your heart and soul you'll have peace,
and your love for others will then increase,
Then will you learn true power, my brother
When you learn how to rescue the soul of another.
As for the second...
Yeah, it's still not finished
And I'm not even sure if the addition I've made is really how I want it to look...
So, anyhooo
Next week
From,
Elder Streeter
It's good. It's very uniform in that it's almost all residential, and almost all the same economic level. Not terribly rich, not very poor.
There are definitely poorer places and richer places, but it's like it all got put in a blender, so there aren't any large chunks of anything, but it's literally several larger houses all next to each other with several smaller ones right in between. There is only one small segment of my area where it is not allowed to proselyte at night time, just because it is extremely poor and reportedly dangerous.
I did do a little more of my poem, but it's not finished yet. Here you go...
"I thank you that you've chosen to cease,
and provide us with a moment of peace.
I'd like to speak now, and address some concerns,
But it's up to each one on his own to learn.
My first friend recognizes the value of strength
He had rolled up his sleeve its entire length.
He showed us that to him, God has given a gift
God hoped he would use it; not to knock down, but to lift!
Oh my friend! What power you have to help!
Even those you derisively classify as 'whelp'
As for your guns and bombs, they are certainly a force,
And protecting your country is definitely a noble course,
But a question is begged: which holds more power:
The bomb, or the house that still stands in that hour
When dust settles from the explosion, and the earth has been shaken
And human life itself so horrifically taken?
That house is the man who keeps his head,
when everyone around him is spiritually dead.
The body is a temple of God, out and in
You've taken good care of it, now begin,
To clean it from the red of the blood you've spilt,
The people you've hurt, and the weight of your guilt.
Then you'll be free, then you can stand
Wielding the sword of the spirit in your hand.
Yes! Again, I say:
Though you're red as scarlet, you can be white as snow
and at that time you will fight the fight with the real foe
Then in your heart and soul you'll have peace,
and your love for others will then increase,
Then will you learn true power, my brother
When you learn how to rescue the soul of another.
As for the second...
Yeah, it's still not finished
And I'm not even sure if the addition I've made is really how I want it to look...
So, anyhooo
Next week
From,
Elder Streeter
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