God
GodI am here
I 'm waiting for your answer...
God
I can't hear
The blue song that has the good answer...
God
Many children are crying
Many junkies are trying.
God
The Earth is falling
The deaf voices are calling...
He told me:
"You have to be one...
Don't try to think of me
You gotta think to yourself and them.
When you begin walking in the same way
You're gonna understand I was yesterday
But you didn't see me, but you saw them.
"...when children can run
I will be there
When the dead people can see the shining sun
I will be there
When you love yourself and them
I will be there
When the poverty is like a gem
I will be there..."
We have to forget our sins
Those sins that have fired... is it God?
Our lives like grains of sands
And our hugs are like pins
We have to open our hands
Because the true love lives inside of us... it understands
It is God.
Poetry by Edgar John Jackson
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 03:04
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