Poetry

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Familiary breeds contempt.
At least, that's what they say.
But you and I've become familiar
In almost every way,
And the more familiar we become
The more I understand
That this familiarity
Is a gift from God's own hand.
If God has put we two together
And bid us become friends,
The fruit of familiarity
Should be love, and not contempt.

For me to be contemptuous
Would be for me to take
This gift that God has given me
And thrust it out in hate.
No, I prefer to love
As I learn to know you more.
And to change that little phrase into
One we've never heard before.

We've each our idiosyncrasies,
The things that make us "odd,"
But instead of allowing our hearts to scorn
These fingerprints of God,
Let's allow ourselves to learn from them,
Let's allow ourselves to grow
With each familiar thing about
Each other that we know.
Let these character traits and habits
Bid us ask help from God above.
And instead of contempt, let it be,
Familiarity breeds love.


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