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To Tweet Or Not To Tweet - a poem by Pastor Alfred



My Thumb itches like a Rehab Hound above my android screen/
My mind twitches like arson backfired as indecision engulfs me/
Consequences scream out loud at me before their existence's choices leaves/
The scale to weight which path to walk, has walked away; and without me/
A Compass lost deep beneath the Sea feels more waves of Hope than me/
I must reply to all the bullets that creep on their tip-toes with eyes upon me /
One click might start a Twitter War, but like Vegans I don't like beef/
But if my silence breathes, my enemies win, and Truth will fall asleep/
Should I let this be, Or play the Prince, And wake Sleeping Beauty from sleep/
At times people '@' me, in my Twitter feed, without tagging me/
Sometimes I want to show they are not the only ones who can cook a subliminal dish/
I can be quite the Chef you would never forget, the taste would never leave/
But would Christ be pleased and glorified, if I'm cooking kids their last meal/
I have to be who God has called me to be, and it isn't to reply to silly tweets/




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The wealthy in this generation, if you would excuse my strong language; are far much dumber than the wealthy in previous generations.
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     Those mistakes if made again would have the same results.
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