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if my heart could speak

Poetry By: writers art
Religion and spirituality

IF MY heart could speak is poem about life and faith never lose faith in GOD HE READS THE HEART BECAUSE THE HEART ALWAYS HAS A STORY TO TELL.

Submitted:Jan 7, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


If my heart could speak it would tell a story of sadness pain and fear of the unknown world of time and space. IF my heart could speak it would tell you a story of a woman who pray to her GOD

for just one more day to feel the rays of the sun shine within this old soul of mine she prayed to GOD .I'm but the shell of an poor child lost in darkness eyes open but cannot see the light she said.

If my heart could speak it would tell you that it has grown weak from all the years that she has suffer for years with pain that should have taken all that she ever known about life there will be times when life throws stumble blocks in life

then there are things in life that just knock you off your feet things that will take your breath away she continued praying to GOD .I know that there would be mountings to clime rivers to cross .if my heart could speak it would tell you that GOD is a mighty GOD

screaming out to death I well come you in to my world this pain controls all that she has to give

Mind ,body and soul as she lay in hospital unable to take a breathe code blues and the fear of death consumed her as the pain grown stranger hospital says are getting longer death began to be more of a friend than a enemy the fear of death becomes more of an greeting

She thought to herself

She fell to her knees GOD I give myself to you for you are the only salvation of a new beginning a light that shines bright giving my heart a reason to beat

My eyes a reason to see that there may be just a beam of light out there somewhere if my heart could speak

she laid her head down on to her pillow secure with her faith she said in a whispered to GOD ,GOD let your power speak through the heart of all who has lost their way fell to the wayside

there are no place to lay their head no food to eat worthless cast ways as they are passed by like trash on the side of the streets homeless and alone no family left to carry on invisible no more than human waste tears ran down here checks as she continued to pray

Heavenly father weeping to herself this is my brother my sister sons and daughters cold with nobody took the time to care lend a helping hand listen to the heart the story that it would tell

If the heart could heart could speak



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