From The Inside, Out


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From The Inside, Out



How would you feel if when going to a party,
friends first judged you from the inside, out?

Would you go into "overtime" while primping,
making sure every hair was in its place,
Or, would you hang your head in sadness,
and wear a frown upon your face?

Wouldn't you be pampering your now hardened heart,
by immersing it in the finest of oils, and softening it with
massages of encouraging words of compassion;
ridding it of its past poisonous soil?

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In hope that your heart will now come alive,
like the rays of the morning sun;
casting its glow upon your weary soul,
so you would be loved by everyone.

Wouldn't you now nourish the desires of your heart
with words of loving kindness,
instead of once again turning your back,
and seeing nothing but eternal blindness?

Pray God will grant you the courage,
and the wisdom to better understand,
that it takes more than power, looks, and money,
to constitute a man.

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For now the world has lost its values;
its people so caught up in greed.
Placing their values, first on outward beauty,
and superficial needs.

One day in your life you'll master
the art of selecting a "true friend",
for this I have no doubt,
but the only way you'll experience this
is to turn your values, inside, out.

Until then,
you'll never experience the true substance of another;
what it is that makes him whole.
For to truly know another,
you must search deep within one's soul.

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For looks are very shallow,
like the thickness of the skin,
but the depth of a heart cannot be measured,
for its love will have no end.

So remember,
upon going to a party in search of a friend,
to always judge another from the inside, out,
and never from the outside, in.

If not,
you might be denying yourself one of life's greatest pleasures.
For a true friend, is indeed, a gift from God;
one we should always treasure.

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Author: © Agatha Weeks

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