Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A poem from a child

written by Jimmy D. (13yrs)

Exile is like being thrown away
It's not being able to see day
Everything he cast aside
For that day he had to ride.

Exile is like Our Lord
Who resembles a broken sword
Thrown away by all mankind
A new home for Himself to find.

Exile is an unpleasant sight
When you have to go and fight
To earn yourself a home and bread
And a place to lay your head.

Exile makes you courageous
Teaches you not to be outrageous
Makes you meek and obedient
Helps you not to be lenient.

Exile seems to be bad
Living the life of a nomad
But great good can come from this
Grace from Heaven you'll never miss.

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