You all know the way I usually blog. Well, I thought I'd try to go back to my original way for once just to see if I still can. So, here we go...
This is a poem I wrote in school one day when I was thinking about the great series of books; known as, the Left Behind Series. Well, I personally haven't even read the first one, but I can tell you what happens in the end. God wins! 'Nough said. So, without further distractions...
WHEN HE COMES
When he comes where will you be?
Will you be at the store looking...
Looking for something you want?
Will you be at your friend's house playing...
Playing with something you lust for?
Will you be at the church meditating...
Meditating on him taking you along?
When he comes where will I be?
I will not be at the store looking...
I will not be at my friend's house playing...
I will not be at the church meditating...
I will be in heaven waiting...
waiting for someong like you.
Alright, so I took a chance, if you don't like it that's fine, I just thought I needed to add a little poetry to my life. I used to write quite often and I lost the passion and the paper. Now, I'm left trying to find scraps of old poems I wrote and reading poetry of others. Well, I guess that's what you get but, maybe you understood what I'm talking about in the poem, and that's all I was aiming for.
Go ahead and make comments if you please, but it won't bother me if you don't. Just as long as you read it and knew what I was saying.
Capt. over and out!