Kindness Poem by Jemima Rivas

Faith
Virtue
Knowledge
temperance
Patience
Godliness...and
Brotherly kindness
If Jesus calls me now
I'll cross the river Jordan
Going to meet my lord
And I don't need ah golden casket
keep your monies in your pocket
I know you would want to fix my hair
bring me roses show you care
but
I can't smell fresh roses in there
I don't need tux
can't look pretty in that box
Over in Glory land I'll be holding Jesus hand
an I don't need a golden casket for my cities are now in gold
I cant smell fresh roses in there
so while
am spending time with you bring me roses now
we need to open up show out your love bring me treasures of gold
while I can enjoy
Don't you shed your tears save them for sorrows in years
cause am happy with my lord
Don't you dear say you would miss me
cause i'll be happy with my heavenly family
so why not share tears of joy now
don't you dear feel you have to cover me up and pat me down
cause I wouldn't be able to thank you
so why don't you take me to town and show me all around
come come come
am right here you can stare, tell me am beautiful
and I've been a good girl
but please
don't stare over that box
and weep and cry and say
she was very very good
I've been to ceremonies like these and
I can plainly see its pure dishonesty...