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The balloon lesson
The balloon was blown up
to incredible size.
It taught me a lesson
that made me more wise:
Becoming quite fright’ning as it grew and grew,
I shrank from before its growing view.
I pushed it away, but it spread round my hand,
pushing me backward, becoming more grand.
But the bigger it got, the thinner its skin,
so I firmly held out a tiny, sharp pin.
The merest touch was all I allowed.
The bang that resulted was ever so loud!
I looked ’round, amazed at what had been done.
The proof of dominion was certainly fun!
The knowledge that falsehood was nothing to fear,
was the tiny, sharp pin that soon cleared the air.
The ragged bits scattered like dust on the floor
just symbolized error—no shape and no more.
Whenever we’re tempted
to shrink with alarm,
let Truth be our sharp point
and God our right arm!
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