It's orange
It's round,
It shines its light.
It sets it's beauty afore the night!
...
February Fourth
Like Robert Frost
In his great poem,
'The Road Not Taken'
Is where I've gone!
I chose to hear the voice of God,
'Security' - NOT - instead: The rod!
I could have had a comfy bed,
But now I cry - and bless the dead.
The choice was mine, I don't deny-
But this('ill'home) is just a lie!
I hurt the ones I loved the most
But God forgot, the Holy Ghost!
With JESUS CHRIST my way of life,
My God of love is not a knife.
I wish to greet the gates someday-
SO...now I'll wait...
So I can PRAY.