I Walked A Mile

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I really like this simple but powerfully stated poem by Robert Growing Hamilton called “I Walked A Mile.”  It is only two stanzas but has a lot to say: 

“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.”

I completely agree with what he said in this poem for I have received many more blessings from Sorrow than ever I did from Pleasure!  Please share your thoughts with me on this poem!

I THOUGHT I WAS HIDDEN (Song Lyrics)

In this lovely song Liana of Poetry Cottage is singing the song of my heart!

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I’m in hiding, hiding from love
Hiding from eyes, blessed far above
Always running, going nowhere
Looking for hope, someone to care

I’m lost amidst life’s turbulence
Dark, swirling clouds breeding suspense
Feet they move, I’m going backwards
Head downcast, tug of war upwards

Chorus
Crying tears, You caught them
Fighting fears, You bound them
Wasted years, restored them
And all because
All because
I thought I was hidden
Away from Your love
Hidden forever
Separated
I thought
I was hidden

I can’t do this, I’m so alone
This heart of mine has turned to stone
The light it fades, joy’s door has shut
A load so weary, heavy; but

You shone Your light, caused me to see
Whispered sweet words, caused me to be
Wrapped in a love, all enduring
Wrapped in a love, love amazing

Chorus
Crying tears, You caught them
Fighting fears, You bound them
Wasted years…

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Letter to a Hypocrite

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Dear Hypocrite,

Heavens to Becky, I wish I was Pretty
And pure and perfect as you.
To be able to look down with pious pity
And pass judgment the way that you do.

Clearly you are flawless
And totally free of sin.
Doubtless you find solace
In spreading gossip with a grin.

Casting stones at me, at us,
But indirectly so.
Cleverly avoiding fuss,
To mutual friends you go.

Did God give you the power
To act as judge and jury?
Did you expect that I would cower
Or lash out in childish fury?

Instead, dear hypocrite, I’ll choose
To go on about my life.
Not by yours, but by my own views,
Without your drama and strife.

And so, goodbye, my former friend.
You shall not have control
Of me or mine, but in the end
My life will still be whole.

With…

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