Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Ramond's Poem

The gift of life is life itself Pain, anger, hate;
Love, devotion, honesty
And God gave us a choice to choose We should not take it for granted Angels in the sky can't feel a thing Therefore it's special
So we should recognize we're in God's image What use is there to have wings
If you can't feel the breeze on your face As you fly in the sky
You showed me love
Like only the God above has shown me So for that, in my life
I shall anoint you as holy.


  1. Thank you! This is beautiful - and true!

  2. Who is Raymond?

    Nice thoughts.

  3. Now I see your question, not sure I splelled his name properly. May have to editors' correction. I will tell the story of this young man.


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