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Jul 2014
A life of despair and sorrow
Not knowing if I would have a tomorrow
Yet my eyes were caught up in the sparrow
My past reflection in being committed
My remembrance in my dedication
It was my prayers being alone
My outcry in what was shown
My life my stuck on a record of thought
Determination was going to be my sought
It was God’s hand leading me on
It seemed like the understanding was long
However I knew it was church where I belong
The praying hands in giving me strength
Death seemed ever so close
But God’s word being look beyond
I found myself living among
What was a rough road?
It was a heavenly vibe in being a glorious story ever told
I lived to breathe and smell my own testimony
The enemy tried to make me doubt
But deep within my heart and soul, it was mercy that made me shout
My tongue being more than just words
It was my own sentences in finally being heard
There was a song in my voice
Being close to thee became my choice
My fulfillment in God’s request
He help me see better and not settle for less
My eyes were open
My heart was clear
It was God all along that I hold so dear
My past being more than a reflect
It my forgiving soul that I chose to elect
It was my honest heart in what God would expect
Yet God is mighty and the Devil being in reject
The past being put last, but it is God who gives an individual class.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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