Getting Prepared - Poem by montrina montelongo
im very unorganized and misplaced in my life.
If i started to tell you what it felt like i would say a stabbed wound by a knife.
Im scared to explain or determine wether im right.
The only thing im certained of is yesturdays day and night.
Certained is a word of guarateed fact, and feared is soon we see it near.
Our life will soon be dead without any breath.
Soon the lords hands will cover the earth those who chose his path will then walk with him as he leaves the rest of the people in the past.
Life then becomes greater at least that is what i believe.
God intends us to give him thought love and our soul to keep.
Ready now than ever before i think he ll know my place to be Right beside him will be you and me.
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