Death Waits For No One

Death waits for no one
But death where is your sting?
Even though we completely understand the reasons why,
death continues to silence us all, as we sigh.

Yes death creeps in as moments passes by,
unenviable, sadly it comes,
unexpectedly it waits for no one,
not even I.

“come follow me, ”
as I once read on a tomb
“come follow me to a place where your tracts are
Treading after me, is where you will end up to be.

And as death suddenly drenches the living in a deep gaze,
remember to use your abilities to laugh, smile, love
and above all praise.

For even though Satin through Adam and Eve

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A Beautiful Flower

I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,

Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.

How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.

Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.

Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.

It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.

Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.

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An Unborn Child's Poem

Today my life began, but some say I’m not a real person yet,
Yes they say only Mommy exist, because me they have not yet met.

But just like a small crumb of bread is yet truly a bread,
My Mommy is and so am I, so they once in the Bible have read.

Yes for even when I was made in secret,
God saw even the embryo of me,
In a fear-inspiring way, I am wonderfully made,
even now to be.

Just think in a year or so, I shall be laughing and later talking,
Mommy and Daddy will be the first to see me walking.

Only 20 days, but my heart is beating on its own,
Gently beating, whispers of a lovely tone.

I am to be a girl, with blond hair and blue eyes,
I am growing a bit every day, and becoming very wise.

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