Missed Blessings

The Devil will give you nudges For you to always hold grudges, The more that you can't stand The more you will hold in each hand. Then one day your hands will be full You have became the Devil's tool, Now there is an animosity Now your hands are not ever free. You can't give a friend a hug You can't drop your guard or let your hands shrug, And you can't give a hand shake Because what you're holding you don't want it to break. The more bitterness that you hold More of your soul has been sold, Now if you can't forgive hard feelings and stupid things How can you ever catch God's blessings. Randy L. McClave