Jesus did what he did
And took his place...

My New Poem
What will it say...

No not the butterflies
that dance from within...

All hearts were constructed from God above,
Who made a perfect match for each one...

I'm up the creek
Without a paddle...

Deep in the darkness
Surrounded by light...

I was raised on an Ant Farm
Behind a clear glass wall...

We're but a vapor of air
That flows from our lips...

I am A Scared Raindrop
And I am soaking wet...

And every since I met her
She's been really close to me...

By this time of the day
She's wore out and tired...

Oh such a steady sound
That lures myself to sleep...