When I was a child
A gift was presented to me
To write with ink,quill,and parchment
Tender words of poetry,
I was able to write of love and hate
When you do evil your known fate
The difficulty of a clean slate
To repent before it's to late,
Everyone has a gift
How we use it is our choice
We can either be deaf to the voice
Maybe listen with intensity,
Lately I've written about the Creator
What I'm going through help me decide
To either have a faithful heart or go
To where my nightmare demons dwell...
When you have an epiphany
Then you will understand
Change your course, direction
Make not this life your last stand...
JJSweets 09Mar20 19:49 hrs
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