We dance to different music,
We sing songs' of our own choice.
We all have lived in different ways,
We all have a different voice.
Some louder then the anothers,
Some softer, and gentle to the ears.
Some speak about God's Love and Truths,
Which sometimes are never heard.
Life takes us on our journeys,
Life takes some not at all.
Life has a meaning to it,
For your life, God's purpose called.
Time makes us what we are to be,
Time molds us into self.
Time sometimes places us in God's hands,
Where others' leaves us on a shelf.
Heaven is there for all of us,
But Heaven is sometimes never sought.
The gates are always open,
Jesus paid that, for the lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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