Don Nguyen


He Is A Great Adapter, Meant To Be


He is a absent-minded dreamer but meant to be focus and determination to lead, to think soundly to persuade
He is a great adapter all his life but meant to be christ to everyone he meets, meant to be one for everyone
Sometime he just wants to be real him but to live Christ’s life fully, he has to live a life meant to be
His to give

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013
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Poor choice of word, but 'pretender' sounds more poetic than 'adapter.' Would you suggest me a word. I don't want to cause any more controversy; I wrote this to mean that a meaningful life can be nothing but a life of sacrifice, sacrificing everything you hold dear for the noble goods of all, for the Lord God.

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