The Primrose And The Thistle

Are there born-again Christians? Or saints made from sinners Who now comprehends or believes There are more winners than losers. Who are they that I speak of? Why do you look at me beguiled? They had innocence as a child. And it never, started -out wild. Clearly-something happens. But we're all able to change. What was it that you kept in your heart? Hoping someday to exchange Okay, it's not easy to know. Why people can't always be friends But I guess forgiveness And hope always transcends There's a primrose. In every valley, and a thistle Sure, you can write your last letter. Make it an epistle. But it doesn't mean diddly-squat. I tell you if you don't believe in God, I tell you if it isn't authentic, All we can do is forgive their crimes. And be a little more empathetic.