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I wrote this poem in honor of Easter and thought I would share. His Scarred Hands His scarred hands cover the hurt and pain of the world. His open palms tell the story of acceptance. He was tortured, killed, and thought to be destroyed. He came back.Yes, He rose again. He showed all of the Read more
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Amazing how often we as teenagers argue with our parents and insist they are wrong. As teens, we are rebellious and convinced of invincibility and our own arrogance blinds us to the truth. Then, our thirties come and we wish we had listened and missed out on all the pain and suffering. I know my Read more
