I was looking in my treasure boxes for
some notebooks because I want to make a homemade journal for my meal
plan of 2014. I found a good one. o(≧∇≦o)
Because it is used, I found some notes in it that are mostly school
works. Of course, it is not really a notebook that I can lend to
kouhais in school under the same program as me. There are lots
of rants in there that can be detrimental to my image (if ever I have
one!). LOL.
Anyway, here are some of the literary
arts that I found crashed out in my notebook. This one is entitled
'The Question'. I'll put here the original version and the
version that I submitted to my school paper.
The Question
(original
version)
I asked, am I a
bad child
For you to
forsake?
For you to forget?
For you to
overlook?
Am I not a good
one
To give a
marshmallow of love?
An ice cream of
joy?
And a chocolate of
hope?
Am I not worthy
enough
To be called your
son?
And be forgiven
For the sins I
have done?
He said, my child
Have I forsaken
you?
Forgotten you?
Overlooked you?
I've given you
My sunshine of
love
My breath of joy
And my rainbow of
hope.
You've been deemed
worthy
'Coz you are my
son.
Forgiven for all
that's done.
'Coz I am your
Father, your Saviour, The One!
--
(submitted
version)
I asked, am I a
bad child
For you to
forsake?
For you to forget?
For you to
overlook?
Am I not a good
one
To give a
marshmallow of love?
An ice cream of
joy?
And a chocolate of
hope?
Am I not worthy
enough
To be called your
son?
And be forgiven
For the sins I
have done?
He said, my child,
my dear.
I was always with
you ever so near.
I remember you; Do
not fear!
There's a purpose
for your heartache, your pain, ad your tear!
Why doubt your
worth when you are My son?
Forgiven for all
the sins you've done.
Am I not your
Father, and you My only one?
I'll love you
today, tomorrow, and beyond.
My sunshine of
love should have been enough.
The simple things
in life should have made you laugh.
The rainbow should
have lift your spirit high up.
Or did you close
your eyes for My graces from above?
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