The Power of God

The Power of God

I ask God why? And this is what he told me

My child who are you to question me?

I Am, The Judge, The Highest Priest, The Almighty

I needed Damani

It’s the Power of God

I am the messenger. I am his advocate

These words I say to you.  You can’t forget

It’s the Power of God

Tell her she will see him again

If she believes in me

She should know that, I planted that seed

I would retrieve

I am coming back for all the chosen ones

Yes, I took her only begotten son

Tell her don’t cry, Just sigh

Don’t grieve.  Believe…

Let her know He is not up here alone

Although her place in which she calls home

He is now home. He didn’t hurt. He didn’t cry

He just wanna say, he didn’t get to say Goodbye

Tell her I make no mistakes

And life is hard

At the end of the day

It was the Power of God

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
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