Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Plate of Consequences


Hey, there's something I want you to know,
Dear hearts, you always reap what you sow.


Purposely plant seeds of good instead of bad,
Or come harvest time, you'll wish you had.


The crop is gathered and a meal is prepared,
Don't be late for dinner; your plate must be bared.


Your consequences must be served,
And you'll digest exactly what you deserve.

Written by Dorothy Riggs McCall

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry