Why I am not Daughter of Moab, Whore of Babylon, or Tyrus

Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized 1 Minute

I do not harangue the saints.

I do not do the bidding of wicked men.

 

I am not rich.

I am not a hub of commerce,

Nor am I a governor of the city of Istanbul.

 

I am not beautiful.

And when I am,

I can’t know it.

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Published by B. K. Neifert

Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.

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