Believe Me Poem by KitKat Smithh

Ive fallen many times in my life,
and yet I find a way to get back up.
Ill push forward everytime I get down.
When my feet want to stop dead in their tracks,
Ill continue down the path at which Im appointed.
Before Christ is nobody.
That shall be a burden to the lost ones,
and a blessing to the ones who have found him.
Beyond this journey you call life,
is what most of us are waiting for.
Meet my maker, disbeliever.
He'll show you what you never seen.
prove what youve always denied.
For denying him will be shamed.
Becasue he will deny you infront of his father.
Protrude into how you feel,
and your culture.
Thats fine.
But dont bring it around someone so inlove with their possibilities,
and their hopes for redemption.
Be a bigger person and keep your horrible attics to yourself.
For Christ is my Savior.