Missed Blessings Poem by Randy McClave

The Devil will give you nudges
For you to always hold grudges,
The more that you can't stand
The more you will hold in each hand.
Then one day your hands will be full
You have became the Devil's tool,
Now there is an animosity
Now your hands are not ever free.
You can't give a friend a hug
You can't drop your guard or let your hands shrug,
And you can't give a hand shake
Because what you're holding you don't want it to break.
The more bitterness that you hold
More of your soul has been sold,
Now if you can't forgive hard feelings and stupid things
How can you ever catch God's blessings.

Randy L. McClave