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Wisdom is planted in the mind as you watch the fruit harvest. Hardly swallowing your pride as you drink a full glass just to be humble. Your mind becomes a mess hall as you listen to your enemy’s greed, your failure becomes their Entertainment. Is this how you become a prisoner in your own mind? Pulling for that Last fruit from the knowledge tree begging God please let this be my time. Feet planted like roots but when will the flowers bloom? As the faith set in your heart, now the sun begins to shine. As the wicked speaks of rubies they only produce rhinestones. As sand slides through Fingers so do time. As you embrace wisdom, your treasures are revealed on earth. The aroma of hate fills the air as they notice your new birth. Your heart was given to the Heavens, in return in due time you will see the new earth.
