Where do people think they go,
To run and hide...
In a creation God has made.
Only fools believe themselves unseen,
From The Creator.
And those who seek truth revealed.
Lies become like manure one thinks,
Can be dropped on strong scented roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece Lawrence. Something God told me? ? A bee may sting you..but you end up with the honey and he goes off to die. When bad fruit falls from the tree and makes a mess, just rake it under and it will fertilize that tree and help it to grow strong. Think how beautiful those roses will be with the manure to help them grow. Really nice piece! ! Regards...Sharon.