Preacher I Don'T Think You Should Let That Go To Voicemail Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Their eyes closed as they saw the place they wanted to be
She gives the sweetest smile that could be gave
But cant hear a word that he says
Realise, things happen for a reason
A simple fact that refuses to go ignored
Whatever happens he states
Don't let go of my hand
Help me find serenity in you
Don't let your thoughts corrupt you of my intention
She stared off into the blemish of the clouds
Highlights of the views yet reached
As heaven alone became the only purpose they sought
Patiently waiting for god to open the next door