What if you were a plant, what would you be?
Why not flowers? They are so beautiful.
As you sink deeper and deeper into the meaning of the following poem, you may discover purpose; an escape from porn addiction.
Death. Life.
Few days; much trouble
Flowers withering away
Like fleeting shadows
At least, trees have hope; cut down
Stump dies; scent of water; buds
Jot down the poem on scrap paper and look at it throughout the day.
Ponder the words of hope.
Meditation
Job 14:1 – 14
Thank you,
Dale Criswell
P.S. How did the scripture in Job affect you?
