Plan Poem by Tanyell Bell

It hurts, it burns make it go away, the love inside me is not easing the pain today. The elders say be strong an be an example, I want to but I can't.
The more I pray Lord God please dont let this be true. I wait for minutes for the feeling to subdue. I open my eyes an it still remains, it didnt ease up, I wish I never knew such pain, it has taken a hold of frame.
I blink an blink an change the channel over an over again, everyone reports we have just lost a dear friend. A daughter, sister, mother, and mentor all in Christ. How did she lose her grip in this temporary life. Whitney E. Houston can never be replaced, just when I though surely this ends the musical race. I shook, stumble, emontionally and mentally, I finally drift off to sleep.
That's when it hit me I heard a voice say, 'stop crying, dont give up for Whitney finished first place in this race.'
The Grace that she talked often about is just what's inside of you it's all ready been worked out.