SPARE THE ROD SPOIL THE CHILD

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This poem is written for me. Like many others I have written in the past. I just now have been able to really understand what a great gift the Lord gave me.

SPARE THE ROD SPOIL THE CHILD


Spare the rod spoil the child
does this parable define
spare the rod leave all to God
the child will be fine

Does this verse differ
from the parable above
use the rod to beat the child
learning to hate all love

Spare the rod spoil the child
the Shepard's sheep obey
by the blessing of his staff
which guides his flock and strays

The rod is not for punishment
it unites the misconstrued
guiding us to contentment
A realm that's rarely used

The rod is not extreme
for power nor to gain
not used to control one's soul
nor beat a person sane

The rod is very useful
a strength that beats all doubt
when fallen into quick sand
this staff can pull you out

Spare the rod spoil the child
the interpretation differs
it's strength for the weak
and guidance for the drifters

I'm sure the rod has many gifts
our eyes could see but two
The Lord holds all the wisdom
we hold some yet confused

The rod is just a staff
It can help or cause us stress
it all depends whose hands
the rod is laid to rest

The poems of death too soon
the addictions and extremes
the depression and the panic
leaving reality for dreams

The poems of fear and vengeance
the cons and hypocrites
poems of many prayers
attention deficit

I understood the words I wrote
tho, like life they were surreal
I felt I had a gift
to help others souls to heal

I'm just now comprehending
and feeling every word
each poem has a message
I've just now finally heard

My poems are clearly guidance
answers to my prayers
I feel I've missed so many years
by being unaware

I was lost but now I'm found
and now my soul can see
what my heart was feeling
I've never felt so free

I call my rod a life jacket
it's saved me many times
from many certain deaths
my sanity now mine

I found my biggest demons
impatience and sheer fear
I was in a hurry to go no where
and afraid to die unclear

First must come the patience
within each day is a new
this will beat all demons
patience truly is a virtue

Inspired by Our Lord
Written by: Terri Lynn Waldrop-Vienneau101
Date written: 06/11/2012
Kaleidoscope's Ghetto 101

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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