A Life Chance Poem by LOUIS SHEFFIELD

I lay on the ground crying.
I feel like i was dying.
I look up and ask him why.
He look into my eyes and said
Because i want you dead.
He said i hate you.
He call me a retart too.
My life was almost over.
Until i heard a voice and he say i am Jehovah.
I saw his hand reaching out to me.
He said rise on 3.
He took his hand and wipe me eyes
and said u will never again will have too cry.
So he reach into my soul and took away the pain.
After this i am happy too this day.