charity
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Being a human being is to love everyone
Don’t get confused about being a Christian
Who is to be a Super Being, a great Human
i look around myself
and im startled at what i see
millions of other people
who love and live like me
we may be different some
on surface or beneath
but all together people
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When people say, "That's so nice of you to help with the dishes."
I respond with "I do dishes because half are mine."
Love, joy, sorrow, anger, dreams, hopes, and wishes.
Love is caring for someone,
even if it isn’t reciprocated.
Love is helping someone,
even when it isn’t needed.
Love is blessing someone,
even though it isn’t known.
Love is being friend with someone,
Once upon a time, in a village far away;
There was a girl who’d gone astray.
Her father a king, her brother a prince,
The very thought of it made her wince.
She knew of the hungry, she knew of poor;
Headlines.
Trump- worst president in history
Trump ruined America
How Trump is spending his money
The truth about Trump.
Okay, so we hate Trump.
How many of us can really say why?
To sit down to an amazing meal after a long journey
Giving thanks aloud to the Heavenly chef
New wines, not old enough to foment
Platters spiral outward from the center of the room
Oh the few that stand
The test of time
Oh the few content
To be sublime
Oh the few rich
That care for the poor
Oh these few that were
But are no more
Oh the few that hold
Once I saw an old man
planting an apple tree
the shovel, firm in his hand
the pain, sharp in his knee
I heard the prayers on his lips
and the earth striking steel
Movies and films are much more than just fun.
films that reveal victims that are more than done.
i want to be a director that shares their dismay,
I'll show how good wins but how evil still poisions the day.
It is the sound of hushed breathing. It is the rhythmic silhouette of strides, the perfectly choreographed dance. It is the way that the summer sunlight creates small crystals in the hanging spider webs.
Blinded by the glimmer, the light off-centered, shining on the empty things, objects of suffering, grasping all that glitters, grasping all that glitters, a light which seems to flicker, on and off throughout the night, will you reconsider?
Love has no boundaries. Love is selfless.
Love is scarifice. Love is charity.
The rich in love reach out to the helpless.
The heart of gold grows in maturity.
One finds passion and eternally grows.
Are you in my family?
I know it's a silly question but answer please.
My family helps me and I help them.
I know I would help you, but would you help me?
My family cares about me and I care about them.
I've been out, I've been around.
I've seen parts of this world, not just my little town.
It's insightful to me to see how others believe.
It's insightful to me to see how we perceive.
