Beach Of A White StreamA Poem by Uche Paul... I will choose my Africa as a substitute for heaven...
When the Lord will at last descend,
To gather his own by the sound of His voice: I wish to hear, though amidst earthly noise, I wish to be in line to with Him ascend To the prepared shining residence In glassy estate, paths of gold full of all joys That wholly shames the world's turbulence; Its theft of the green & negligence of the cowboys. But when He comes & clothes me with white & wings And say before the flight I should flee to where I please: I will soar as beautiful eagles over hills And jungles to spy Africa's beauties: Green leaves, mountains and all tall trees That borders the boundaries of fountains And by the little beach of a white stream I will pitch a tent of leaves where I'll lie & fall asleep. © 2016 Uche PaulReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 14, 2016 Last Updated on March 14, 2016 AuthorUche PaulAboutHello. I'm INNOCENT PAUL. I'm a citizen(member) of the WORLD. . Yeah, I know the WORLD isn't a country and saying that I'm a "citizen of the world" might appear some bit vague, but it isn't and should.. more..Writing
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