Georgette Innes-Brown Poems

Heavenly Father, you died for us and we ask why? As God's earthly Son and He passed you by. As a Christian, we accept our teachings of you and I try; I pray and find it difficult at times to do. You put us to such tests - so hard to define. God, you continue taking from me - what is mine!

Why do I question? Why do I wonder why? Ones I loved the most-then to die. You have in your inordinate plan a reason for every Woman and Man. But I hurt and ache and I pray; not receiving a sign - an answer this day!
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A rhyme is the passing of time
Joy in knowing you mine
A rhyme is awakening each day
And smelling roses along your way
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