Pulling, pushing, crushing my head
Why can't these people just see the red?
They hate me because I'm different, but really I'm the same.
To me this is a slow death; to them this is a game.
These words tear me down, pierce through my heart.
All and all I hate this thing that's tearing me apart.
Why can't they reflect the love my Savior has shown them?
Why must their words cloud my head, making light grow dim?
The seeds of hate they've planted; I must not let grow.
Love will prevail. The fruits of life will show.
01/14/2003
***This poem is about loving people even when they hate you and tear you apart with their words.***