Unashamed

A Poem By Elizabeth Anne // 8/15/2012

They laugh,
And taunt,
And mock.
Yet still we do not talk,
And simply sit in shame
As if we’re the ones in pain.

What we don’t understand
Is that we are a part of His plan
To retaliate with love,
Unashamed.

Comments

Another lovely poem.

Another lovely poem.

Lucy Anne | Thu, 08/16/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Oh, I just love this!!

Oh, I just love this!! Probably because I can really relate to it. The rhyming really good too. :D <3

Maddi | Thu, 08/16/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

I'm glad you liked the

I'm glad you liked the rhyming, because I wasn't sure it worked. Thanks!

Elizabeth Anne | Sun, 08/19/2012

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

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