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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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No claim of innocence by my own hand,
For blameless soil, from God's own touch I stand.
A sound tree, Christ proclaims, with branches strong,
Planted in grace, where goodness can belong.

The human form, in scripture's ancient rhyme,
A symbol held, of both potential crime
And fruitful worth, a harvest to behold.
My roots in faith, make barrenness grow cold.

No twisted branches, gnarled with bitter plight,
My sap runs pure, with love's eternal light.
For Christ's own words, a promise I embrace,
A sound tree yields, no fruit of dark disgrace.

So let me grow, beneath the sunlit sky,
A testament to hope that reaches high.
With every deed, a blossom I unfurl,
Reflecting grace, upon this weary world. 

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