I was in a room filled with the colour black
I thought, you would of given me an attack
Yet I saw you; come in my room so intact
Like a holy train, on a train track
Some how I knew; for a fact
You can lift people up, more than a jack
You put them in place; more than a sack
And better than the dish rack
Suddenly I heard you say, and; saw you act
Quicker than the sound of a smack
"I am Jesus, here to take care of your lack"
©arianna.b
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