Jah speak to me From time to time I try to listen good But Jah is gone As fast He come
Jah told me once "Hold on young soldier, Love will soon find you" But death comes too soon Shattered heart leaves pain
Yet I keep faith in Jah words For I know He knows all He sees what I cannot So I follow Jah path Until I reach my resting place Within your heart
To anybody who doesn't know and is curious, Jah is the Rastafarian word for God. I listen to a lot of reggae and have done quite a bit of research in Rasta history so I decided to write a poem with a reggae feel to it.