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Sherika Charliecombe Poem
In a world of pain, war and strife
Where men’s heart are filed with greed,
Their words as deadly as a sharpened knife,
Our youths need a vision to make it alright through life.
Where deception, envy and pride are the orders of the day
And hope, life’s precious glue, cannot be found,
Where angry clouds of hate darkens our way
For a vision, the youths, I ask you to pray.
Youths do not be afraid,
When others persecute you in Jesus’ name,
Pray and believe God’s word and offer sacrifices of praise,
And like Michael, you’ll receive worldwide fame.
So my dear fellow youths,
Listen to my words, though few,
Acts 2: 17 is a precious verse
If not for that promise things would be worst.
Copyright © Sherika Charliecombe | Year Posted 2013
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Sherika Charliecombe Poem
No matter how I try,
I can’t forget.
An undying song it is.
When I close my eyes,
I see that awful picture.
I feel hurt.
Pain.
I try not to think of it.
Each time I do I tend to cry.
And though I laugh,
There’s no joy in my heart.
You took the knife of distrust,
And jabbed it into my heart.
Blood spilled for a love that I thought was real.
No matter how I try,
This wound won’t stop from bleeding.
This wound doesn’t seem to be healing.
And so I will live in shame,
Of a sin I took no part in,
But because of my love for you,
I am joined to you.
Your sins are my sins,
And my shame is your shame.
Copyright © Sherika Charliecombe | Year Posted 2013
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