Bullets # 2 - Poem by Eric Cockrell
when i opened the door, and really saw myself for what i am,
with all the dirt, grime, mistakes, and desires....
i began to understand the problems, the struggles,
the hurts, and the needs of humanity.... began to know
what love feels like...
as for loving God, we cannot begin to till we learn to
love each other!
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