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Dancing With Jesus
I was about to die,
I had no time to pray,
I thought about my past,
Up untill that final day,
I was going slowly,
But something was so wrong,
God took and held my hand,
And asked for a song,
His vioce was so gentle,
We began to fly,
We flew up to the heavens,
As time past so fast by,
He held me in his arms,
As i began to cry,
And then i asked the Lord,
Why I had to die,
He gave me some good reasons,
You'll probably never know,
I'm dancing now with Jesus,
And you have to let me go.
beautiful piece
This was a very good poem.
Lol, i'm sure if jesus pbuh was dancing with you he'd poke you and tell you to look for where he got all his smarts.. jj... have fun dancin
Another interesting poem. Enjoyed the read.
The last line:
have you considered write a complementary poem from the point of view
of the person who has to let go? I bet you could come up with something good.
kat