Not Sad
Not Sad
Not sad
Agirl said it made her happy
Jesus,God upon the throne.
Charles,your servant all alone.
Take my hand as I go through.
Deaths door.
I will not make money my GOD.
Or even this world my home.
Accept my Spirit as I leave.
This Mortal.
TO GO HOME.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2006
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