Love is always the answer

The following is a poem my mother read to me when I was young.  I apologize, I don’t know the author.  (Perhaps if you do you could tell me so I could give proper credit to them).  The message of this poem is closely related to the last post.

He drew a circle that shut me out,
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout,
But love and I had wit to win,
We drew a circle that took him in.
I am still learning this over 40 years after hearing it.

Author: james bruce mcnaughton

I became Seriously Mentally Ill at age 18, ten years later I got and took the right meds, I accepted Jesus, and my recovery began.

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