Integrity is not something
about the colour of skin,
it's something at heart,
with character from within,
of what we truly are a part.
Righteousness draws to its light,
comes from a Godly relationship and insight;
brings change even if we win or loose,
by what in life we do and choose,
draws not by force or might,
but by a kind of selfless love,
that fits closer to the soul than a glove,
as daily we dwell in God's presence,
do shine as a beacon brightening the way,
in the things we constantly do and say
that tells of our presence and of our essence,
do with something special goodness portray.
© Gert Strydom
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