Balloon.
The sky is blue.
A simple fact,
I saw a balloon.
I couldn’t make contact,
Now I sit thinking about the human race.
Take me Lord, to a better place,
That balloon got to go to God’s open gates.
Maybe the Lord will show me awesome grace,
Just give him a couple of days,
Or months or years,
Enough time for a bathtub of tears.
I will slow down my thought process,
My brain needs a rest.
I will love the Lord while I’m here,
And know that he is near.
-Bethany Jeffreys
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem