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THE GIFT OF FRIENDSHIP

To choose to understand his/her lack of understanding ,
 to choose to be patient with his/her impatience.
To stand on the right things so he can come to it as he comes for you, so that even your feelings are taught God's rules..
To put your self in his shoes and give him yours to use if it seem more comfortable.
 To grow him, to grow her until he/she has all the fruits you wish to see.
To choose  trust as your first impulse and and in this also serve as example.
This is the  gift of friendship.

© Samson Abanni

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