Your Precious Life
Your Precious Life
Sometimes we feel like our lives will never get better. Something goes wrong for you one day. You tend to feel hopeless and there is a void missing in your life. You must realize that you can persevere. Life sometimes throws you a curve ball. Never give up because there is still hope for you in this life. No one ever said that life would be fair. You should reach for the stars and believe in a higher power. A power that is greater than both you and I. Everyone gets depressed and feel like they are all alone in this world. I am here to tell you that you are not alone. God loves all of his children. He will never leave, nor forsake you. Keep your head up and believe in yourself. Your life is meaningful, above everything else.
Letting Our Love Grow
I love you with all of my heart. I have feelings that could never tear us apart. Baby I’m ready for your love today. I love it when you touch me in any which way. You keep me warm, when I am by your side. You promised me that our love will never die. I will hold on and never let go of you. You are so special to me and our love is so very true. Don’t ever turn away and abandoned me. When I look into your eyes it is your soul that I see. Sometimes, I cling on too much, don’t you know? All I have ever wanted is for our love to grow.
My Beloved Cousin Rochelle
Sitting here thinking of the good times we’ve had, reminiscing about different memories and trying not to be sad. Rochelle was the type of woman who would always speak her mind. She would get her point across without ever being unkind. She had a persona about her that was really unique. She was beautiful person that sometimes felt weak. When she was born, her parents were told that she would die as a child. She proved those doctors wrong because she fought like a stallion gone wild. Rochelle loved to have fun with family and friends. She appreciated life all the way to the end. When I think of Rochelle, I become very distraught. I try to refocus and think happy thoughts. We have to be strong for her four precious girls. I know for a fact, they were the center of her world. Life as we know it will never be the same. Our family has lost a wonderful daughter, sibling, and mother. Her memory will live on and we will never forget how wonderful Rochelle was to everyone that she met. Rochelle will be missed by many people that she has touched in her years. She is resting now, so everyone be silent and dry up all of your tears.
Look up into sky and give God all the glory and praise. Rely on Him to walk with you for the rest of your days. Love yourself as Jesus loves you. It is okay to feel sad, hurt, and blue. God loves you for who you are, even if you’re that partier coming from the bar. The Lord loves you even if you beat yourself up. He is your soul provider. He fills your drinking cup. If you are that lady whose husband beats on you, God stills love you and He knows your situation. He is going to help you out. He is going to give you salvation. He even loves your husband, because He knows that your husband is sick. He will get that man help very quick. When you are fornicating with your significant other, He still loves you even if you’re involved in sin. God will erase it all away from the beginning to the end. You have to repent. To repent is to change. When you commit a crime, God is always there. He truly understands and really does care. When you are locked in an institution and you are totally insane. God is there carrying you while using His brain. He will never leave you, nor forsake you. God is love. It has been said that love is what makes the world go around. I am crying as I am writing this poem, because I feel that it is truly profound.
The Returning of My Dear Friend
She is my best friend and we will be best friends forever. I love her so much and she keeps me in good spirits. We have had our ups, down, in, and outs. The love that we have for each other, is like a bind book that stays together. We are separated now, but we will get together. I miss the midnight shopping at the all night store. I miss making us cream-of-wheat. We have eaten it so much that we call ourselves the cream-of-girls. I know that it sounds like a silly name, but this is just us and the name of our game. I can’t wait until she returns, so that I can share with her the good news that I have learned.