God's Little Angel Poem by Corey Campbell (BlackChild)

Please..please don't fret none,
For I came to do what was to be done.
My Father knew me, I was a plan for the earth.
Built me to accomplish my job, blessed my mom with my
birth.

I was only here to do HIS WILL.
So please stop crying, shed no more tears.
Remember all the things that I tried to show.
Express love one to another, just let it flow.

While I was there I did the best that I can.
To all my friends please understand.
Respect your elders and make good grades.
Stop arguing and fighting, please let that fade.

Help each other to do your very best.
As I helped some of you, you should help the rest.
I'll still be watching down, to root my friends on.
So don't let me down, cause I haven't gone!

Momma,
I now ride my bike on streets of gold!
Don't have to watch for cars, is what I've been told.
Up here no trouble do I see.
And the pretty angels they all sing to me!

So momma don't you worry, nor be mad.
God didn't take me to make you sad.
The streets of gold is where I now play.
You'll come here too momma, soon someday...

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