Given time,
You don’t abide.
Granted life,
You let it slide.
Given dreams,
You push them aside.
Granted love,
You live a lie.
Given hope,
You’d rather die.
Granted peace,
You scream and cry.
Given faith,
You run and hide.
Granted Jesus,
You hang Him high.
~Adam Houle~
Lovely!
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I love my Cuz telling the truth , about our Liz. Elisabeth Tortolini. That was murdered . Thank u for the Father poem Adam that brought me to tears.
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