I prefer the house of faith,
Not the jail of doubt.
The house of faith keeps goodness in.
The jail keeps goodness out.
The house is built of daily acts
Of hope, truth, peace, and prayer.
The jail is made of constant lies,
Resentment, and despair.
(Pleasant Grove, Utah, 15 February 2008)
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1 comment:
That is a very good poem. It makes a lot of sense.
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