Precious Lord please take my hand.
Help me to understand.
Is my life really worth living if one
day I’m here and the next day I
could be gone?
My friends and love ones here
singing that sad song.
Is it worth it being in all this pain,
driving yourself totally insane?
One day you are chillin with your
friend.
You get a call the next day that says
you will never see them again.
You say why? Your friend was
all innocent and nice,
went to church, they were living for Christ.
No answers to be answered.
Who to ask the questions to?
They say you should never question
anything God do.
You just had a baby, a pretty little
girl.
The doctor tells you she’s dead.
That really messes up your world.
So small and so innocent, never
will get a chance to grow up.
You will never get a chance to
see her take her first step or drink
out of a cup.
Time is not yours as you can see.
You never know when you time
will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem