Brenda Died This Morning

And I asked myself “Why am I alive.” Suddenly poems are just words And books are unimportant Dreams I had for yesterday are best left for sleep There are promises to keep. Promises I made on my sacred Birth Day, When I gave myself to Jah And He promised to give me what I pray. When I vowed to live every moment for Jesus And put behind me that frivolous work that is grievous I must turn around Before I am unable to go back. I must I will I am a blessed person because I can say I am. And before I live only in Jehovah’s memory like Brenda I must continue And move on Before my time is gone. I love you Brenda – Now - and Until I see you again…John 11:23 - 26