Peace Comes From Those Who Live It

C Cynthia Buhain-baello Cynthia Buhain-baello
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An ungrateful man will always whine and complain, His mind is but a recorder rewinding the past. He will curse his country because blame is his game, Makes demands on everyone but never works as he must. People like that always dwell in negativity, Pointing fingers, digging graves, minds are vacant. While others strive and persevere to help their country- Ungrateful people curse their land with endless rant. Peace comes naturally from those who live it. Thankfulness and kindness to them just abound. What we reap is what we sow for God will not forfeit Fruits of our labor, in them Happiness is found. Good stored in our hearts birth actions that are good There will never be room there for what is dark. Our hearts will flow with contentment and gratitude, In our daily life, Peace makes her mark. Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~~09.02.17

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