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Sisters Passing

Life has curves
in the roads that are paved
bruised and battered memories 
some we have forgotten some we have saved.
All my life I looked into the heavens
for all of the answers
Now I'm seeking for God 
his Angels and his dancers.
Sitting in prison
with no one to hold
I scream out at Jesus 
who now I began to scold.
WHY?, I ask
in a rumbling rage
DID YOU TAKE MY LITTLE SISTER 
AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE?
Cursing at God
in a ugly angry voice
I ask, WHY HER 
AND NOT ME AS YOUR CHOICE?
ARE YOU NOT BRAVE ENOUGH
TO TAKE ON THE WICKED 
THAT YOU PRANCE ON THE WEAK
AND PUNCH OUT HER TICKET?
SHOW ME YOUR FACE 
AND STAND STRONG AGAINST ME
SHOW ME YOUR WRATH 
IF YOU ARE ALL YOU CLAIM TO BE!
TAKE ME GOD
AND GIVE BACK MY BABY SISTER
SEND ME TO HELL
AND LET MY SKIN BLISTER!
Just as I started 
to curse him out more
Something suddenly happened
as I was knocked to the floor.
The sky began to thunder
and my cell door started to rattle
Did God finally show up
to fight this lonely battle.
Within this mist
I continued to stare
Thinking, 'He wouldn't come
He wouldn't even dare'!
Suddenly the room 
began to clear
dazed and confused
a voice I can hear!
Soft and warm
the voice said to me
Relax big brother
it's me your sister Sandy!
The voice said, "Don't be sad 
or feel any sorrow
Live your life today 
for there is always tomorrow!
Where I am at 
is full of wondrous glory
Just read your Bible
it will tell you the story!
Be calm and be there
for our mother
Be strong for sisters
and for our brothers!
I'm just fine
and singing in Gods Choir
So please don't weep 
and let your eyes tire!
God has plans
for each and everyone
For me and for you
and for all that we have done!
It's never to late
to open your heart and your eyes
You too could live in this Kingdom
of clear blue skies!
Within seconds
the cell room cleared
The vision was gone
and all that I feared.
Full of warmth
and a comfortable feeling
I surrendered to God
and started to kneeling.
These feelings I have
will never be the same
There is more to life
than this prison game.
Upon my release
and as I exit this cell
I will kindly remind myself
that I was living in Hell.
So thank you little sister
for this vision so real
Soon we will be together
and share Gods glorious will.
I have now made my peace with God
and pleased with his decision
I will gracefully thank him
and praise him for this vision.

By Edward F. Hill

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