Let no one seek just their own gain,
But look to ease another’s pain.
For in the love that we extend,
We find the means to truly mend.

A heart that’s turned toward others’ needs,
Is rich with joy in selfless deeds.
To lift, to serve, to share the load,
We walk together on this road.

For when we seek our neighbor’s good,
We build a world of brotherhood.
As Christ has taught, so let us live,
In boundless love, our lives to give.

Let no one seek just their own gain,
But look to ease another’s pain.
For in the love that we extend,
We find the means to truly mend.

A heart that’s turned toward others’ needs,
Is rich with joy in selfless deeds.
To lift, to serve, to share the load,
We walk together on this road.

For when we seek our neighbor’s good,
We build a world of brotherhood.
As Christ has taught, so let us live,
In boundless love, our lives to give.

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 1Co 10:24  No one should seek their own good, but the good of others.

Teachings of Kindness from Jesus

1. Love Your Neighbor as Yourself
“Love your neighbor,” Jesus said,
In this path of kindness, we are led.
Treat others with a gentle grace,
In every heart, a sacred place.

2. The Golden Rule
“Do unto others as you’d wish for you,”
A call to kindness, strong and true.
In each small act, let kindness live,
For what we hope to get, we give.

3. Blessed Are the Merciful
“Blessed are the merciful,” for they find grace,
In compassion’s warmth, a holy space.
Forgiveness shines, like morning’s light,
A heart in mercy, pure and right.

4. Love Your Enemies
“Love your enemies,” hard yet bright,
A love that stretches beyond our sight.
In every soul, a chance to see
How kindness grows in humility.

5. The Good Samaritan’s Way
In mercy’s path, the Good Samaritan stood,
Lifting the fallen, doing good.
Kindness knows no boundary, no end,
To every stranger, we’re a friend.

From Jesus’ words, a truth unfolds,
A kindness deep, as love foretold.
In mercy, love, and selfless grace,
We find in others God’s embrace.

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The fruit you bear, so bold and bright,
Is nurtured by roots out of sight.
They dive down deep, unseen and still,
Drawing life from earth’s rich will.

Each blossom fed by roots below,
Where silent seeds of virtue grow.
The soil of love, the rain of grace,
Lend sweetness to the fruits you trace.

In every harvest, stem to leaf,
Is bound the root’s quiet belief.
For what we show, we cannot feign;
The roots we hide are what sustain.

From soil to stem, from root to bloom,
The fruits find life, escaping doom.
So tend those roots with care and trust,
For in their strength, we rise from dust.

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God’s creation brings peace, so deep and so true,
With skies painted softly in dawn’s gentle hue.
The calm, the rest, like a tender embrace,
Draws us near to His quiet, sacred place.

Our worries, our sorrows, they drift far away,
In the warmth of His light, in the birth of each day.
A symphony rises in rivers and trees,
A whisper of grace carried soft on the breeze.

For here in His world, so perfect, so still,
We find our hearts bending to His loving will.
In the peace He has woven through earth, sky, and sea,
We’re cradled in harmony, whole and free.

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To glimpse His face, a grace so rare,
A sacred gift, beyond compare.
Not earned or sought, yet here it lies
A serendipity from the skies.

In awe we bow, our spirits stirred,
A silence deep, without a word.
For in His gaze, we find our call:
To serve with love, to give our all.

To walk His path, both true and bright,
With humble hands, in holy light.
For seeing Him, our hearts are moved
By grace transformed, by love approved.

Oh, to behold His gentle face,
And humbly walk within His grace.
A glimpse of God, so vast and near,
Draws us to serve, to hold Him dear.

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How do I ignite the spark from deep within?
It starts with excitement for what I’m drawn to begin.

A flickering light, a potential desire,
But fuel is required to kindle the fire.

The kindling, it comes from the thoughts I explore,
Each insight, each vision, an opening door.

I gather ideas like dry, willing wood,
And stack them with care, as high as I could.

Then breathe into dreams, let them catch, let them grow,
Watch the spark warm to life, soft and slow.

The blaze finds its strength as I feed it anew
Each step, each passion, a spark breaking through.

Until a fire within, steady and bright,
Turns the smallest of sparks into a guiding light.

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Jacob was a well digger, bringing water for all to see,
Offering freely to those who thirsted, the gift of eternity.

With each well he carved, his name was sown,
In the desert lands where life had grown.

Jacob’s wells stood as symbols of grace,
Quenching souls in a dry, weary place.

For through his hands, God’s love would flow,
Living waters for hearts to know.

Jacob’s name became an echo, vast and strong,
Through the wells he dug, his legacy long.

And still they remind us, deep and true,
God’s love flows freely, for me and you.

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