My brother
My mother
My sister
My friends
All held together
By a few little strands
The strands are unknown
To all who do not wish
To know the secret
That throws stuff amiss
My father
A daughter
My nieces
And more
Are all little pieces
That would fall to the floor
If not for the strands
Our life would be nothing
A million little pieces
Where nothing was working
The strands are unknown
To all who do not look
At the truth that surrounds us
Like an open book
The strands are destiny
Have faith if you will
For destiny if created
By the father of the one on the hill
The one whom is nailed,
To a cross no less
The one perfect man
Whose life was a mess
His name is Jesus
His father is Lord
He died for US
He bled on two boards
He is mighty
And we are free
Thanks to his Blessings
Which did save me!
this is a wonderful poem thank the lord for wonderful poets like you great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
has all the qualities of a great and true poem.. well done Cheylee u amazing