Tameeka Smith

Rookie - 259 Points (Norfolk)

Anytime Minutes - Poem by Tameeka Smith

We are all so hung up
On the cell phone
How you can reach a person
Even when they are not at home
We can keep in contact
And that is a fact
But much like everything
There is a fee
Phone service is not free
Well hundreds of years ago
God invented prayer
You can talk to Him
He hears you crystal clear
No need for an caller ID
He knows your name already
God's minutes are free
And His line is never busy
Our prayers are infinite
There are no limits
Nights, days, weekends, long distance
He is always available in an instant.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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