"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
Holy Angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head."
-Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
The Trouble Wid A Rat Race... Is That
Even If U Win, U Are Still A Rat...
So
Always Run Wid Lions... No Matter Even If U R Defeated... U R Still A Lion... ;->
