The other day, secretly I cried,
Saddened, over things
I am not able buy.
It has been four years
I've been out of jail,
And all I have to show for it
Is a 95 Camaro with a few dents,
Bad credit, back child support,
Two dogs, and a house I rent.
I want to reach...for the stars,
But my future seems dim with doubt,
A feature, I feel, I could do without.
I buy my children things,
Hoping to give...some happiness
To reduce the embarassment,
Of the life Ihavelived.
I tried to look toward a future,
And I see no joy.
Just two girls and two boys,
Each birthday, each holiday,
Receiving less and lesstoys.
I thought to myself,
"What if I had never gone to jail?"
Then God spoke to my spirit and said,
"You'd be in a cell, praying for mail,
Waiting for cards and pictures.
Hoping that on my day-Christmas-
Your children understand why daddy
Is not home to give them kisses."
The Lord said to me,
"Look at all your friends-in jail or dead-
Wishing to be where you are,
Crying in your own bed.
You're Missing things you don't really need,
Not fully understanding
That even though it's my day coming,
I give YOU, My greatest gift-ME."
The joy that filled my heart
Overflowed my soul to the point,
I had to preach.
I looked to the stars,
I said "thank you Lord",
Then I reached.
© Copyright 2016 Tyrone Slade. All rights reserved.
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