Preacher I don't think you should let that go to voicemail

Preacher I don't think you should let that go to voicemail

A Poem by kewayne wadley

Their eyes closed as they saw the place they wanted to be,
She gives the sweetest smile that could be gave,
But cant hear a word that he says,
Realise, things happen for a reason,
A simple fact that refuses to go ignored,
Whatever happens he states,
Don't let go of my hand,
Help me find serenity in you,
Don't let your thoughts corrupt you of my intention,
She stared off into the blemish of the clouds,
Highlights of the views yet reached,
As heaven alone became the only purpose they sought,
Patiently waiting for god to open the next door 

© 2015 kewayne wadley


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He says don't let go of my hand,I tell God to take my hand cause I may let go bbut I know he won't .Love is sometimes very scary to some of us yet every soul yearns to be loved but some fear they may let go nice piece

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Added on January 6, 2015
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kewayne wadley
kewayne wadley

memphis, TN



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