Hidden Potential

Every letter is a hymn

No sound ever so dim

They can make a word

Which is sure to be heard

Every plant is a cure

Health it can ensure

Every poison is a nectar

It’s the quantity that would matter

Every heart has a treasure

Provided we care to measure

Every man is both friend and foe

One remains hidden while the other would show

Every saint has a past

Every man is so vast

Maybe down the slope

But every sinner has hope

Every danger gives a chance

For us to advance

Then why wait for the right time

When every moment is sublime

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