It All Gets Back To The Tares And The Wheat Poem by Hestill Lives

There's a reason for the evil in the world

The thing that God is building

Can't be built any other way

Character doesn't grow in a vacuum

Or in a goody-goody world

Got to fight it outside and in

In reverse order or it's just sin

So the world is full of many evils and -isms

Not the least of which is Pharisee-ism

Is anybody the real deal?

Yes, the dealer who looks at his own hands first

If you think THIS is preachy just look at my choir

Their faces are red(like mine)

We've been through THAT fire (and that fire goes on)

One day we'll make some very fine wheat