Poetry

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The Bus Ride Home
By Jeffrey Harris

I’m sitting on the bus, trying to make it home.
Surrounded by so many, and yet I’m all alone.
Bruises begin to show, and tears begin to dry.
Just another day, but it looks like I’ll survive.

The friends I have, sit a few seats back.
Quietly avoiding, the risk of their own attack.
They feel bad I know, but what else can they do.
Fists from so many, could happen to them too.

So today I’ll ride alone, as I have so many times.
One day God will show them, I will be just fine.
I can’t really hate them, they’re not the enemy.
And they can’t take this Joy, that is deep inside of me.

The bible says rejoice, for persecution as it comes.
Stephen did and he saw, Jesus waiting up above.
So I rejoice in Jesus, my one and true best friend.
He will make me something, special in the end.

Only ten I’ll have to wait, on him patiently.
Until then I’ll find my peace, for Jesus cares for me.

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