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 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
Copyright © Tyshawn Knight | Year Posted 2015
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