Am trying to think of what to write today,it seems like all words have gone on holiday,on this june
tuesday,words are like so much like rain,it teems
in heavy drops,and then suddenly stops again,my poem may lack a steady flow,can only write the ones i know,the elite may look down and say,there's
J,he is out in the street,some inspiritation he
may meet,his limit's always on display,needs to be
content with his megear talent,know that's true;
GOD'S been merciful to me,gives me help when i need it most,in thoughts,and words he can inspire,
these are not for hire,hope am protected from hellfire,poems may be great early or late,i pray
GOD,grants me the gift of faith,i kneel and say it.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Hi Joe. I enjoyed reading your thoughts which turned into poetic rap? Keep on writing what's on your heart :-) It's nice hearing a truthful voice; don't worry about other's opinions... just enjoy the nice ones.