Til Death Makes Us Fr. Poem by Issahia CU]usson

God, make my words bleed deep.Deep into the hearts of americans as far and wide as we.
We hurt, we complain, we have heart and shame. We make promises almost every day, days that we will look back and say, I wish I kept my promise that day. Even tho we americans sin and cause violence we try are best throught light and darkness. Altho we makes promises we can't keep, God promises us two things, the will to make peace til death makes us free. From childhood to adult hood we live and suceed, when I hear about kids like me, who can't be free, it makes my life more valuable then i make it seem.