Saturday, December 5, 2009

The Gates

A piece of poetry I wrote in 1995…. I was 15.


As I walk through the gates, anxiously excited for what awaits
I see my savior standing there, his face is full of love and care
I look around and what I see, takes my breath away from me
Angels soaring high and low, and to my right a little doe
He brings be gently in his arm, and whispers you are out of harm
I didn’t know what to say, he says hush my child you are here to stay
I start to sob a joyful cry, in those clouds up way so high
The beautiful sights that I now see, will be my home for eternity
No more fret or worry or strife, I made it through my long hard life
With the greatest reward that could be, to be with my savior and all I see.

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