God Willing

Give to me my blanket of green

Soft brown beneath my head

And though in shadows I may be seen

In truth I am not dead

My spirit now is free to roam

The realm of all mankind

And though tis marked above my home

My soul you shall not find

For this is but a resting place

Somewhere to lay my shell

In heaven now to plead my case

God willing not in Hell.

Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-09-14 at 10:01

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Loved it.