Stinking Thinking - Poem by Freewill Amon
I hate to think that I'm protected
Because I'll blame someone for my misfortune.
I hate to think that I'm neat
When I have cobwebs in my room.
I hate to think that all is well
Because Life is not a dream.
I hate to think that I'm loved
When I'm in want and need.
I hate to think that I'm perfect
I'm a fallible being.
I hate to think that I'm a celeb
Only because I's seen on the screen.
I hate to think that I make it rain
Because I'm actually the rain that falls.
I can say yes! To making it thunder
Because it happens after it rains.
I hate to think about sin
Because I'm lured to it the more I think.
I hate to think that I'm safe
It's a cold world and anything can happen.
I hate to be unfair to people
Because God sees us all as equal.
I hate to think that I'm a sinner
Because through Christ, God has made me righteous.
I hate being obsessed with my sensory perceptions
Because they really don't exist.
I hate the ways of man
Because they are vanity.
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