Tracee Olga

Rookie - 175 Points [troka] (28th July 1990 / Nairobi, Kenya)

Tracee Olga Poems

1. Nakupenda 9/26/2013
2. Who Would Have Thought? 9/27/2013
3. The Recollection. 10/1/2013
4. Dear Mosquito 10/22/2013
5. I Love Thee 10/29/2013
6. He Set Free 12/5/2013
7. Shut Up 3/5/2014
8. Unappreciated. 3/28/2014
9. I Dont Just Get It! 4/8/2014
10. All In The Strings. 4/19/2014
11. Easter Guilt 4/19/2014
12. My Poetry World 4/23/2014
13. Scars 4/23/2014
14. Heart And Mind 5/16/2014
15. I Will 8/5/2014
16. Do Not Shut Me Out 8/5/2014
17. Beyond The Desert 8/21/2014
18. Hope Again. 10/1/2014
19. Will You Be There 10/8/2014
20. Time 10/14/2014
21. Beauty Attracts Beauty. 2/26/2015
22. Let Your Light Shine 2/26/2015
23. A Psalm 3/13/2015
24. Ninety Seconds 8/27/2015
25. Guilty Red 8/19/2014
26. How I Met Him 4/17/2014
27. Then I Will Have You 6/12/2014
28. A Song 1/14/2014
29. My Time Will Come 3/5/2014
30. Perfect Family 9/26/2013
31. I Cant Have You 9/22/2014
32. Am Sorry 4/12/2014
33. Like A Mustard Seed 10/8/2013
34. Loving Hands Of Jesus 8/5/2014
Best Poem of Tracee Olga

Loving Hands Of Jesus

Long enough to reach everyone; young old, rich, poor, sinners... everyone!
Strong enough to hold us all at the same time
Wide enough to accommodate us all at all times
High enough for all to see,
Low enough to reach even the lowly
Rich enough to bless us all,
Firm enough to keep us on the right path
Graceful enough to create everyone beautiful and wonderfully
Warm enough to keep us warm in the cold night
Stronger than any bullet proof to keep all the enemies arrows away.
Many enough to feed us all to our fill
Soft enough to hold us when we are sad,

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Who Would Have Thought?

That as I walked towards you smiling, eager to see you, in your minds you planned evil
That as you sold me as a slave, a great life awaited me
That being in prison for a crime I didn’t commit would be the best thing that ever happened to me
That a severe famine would reunite me with my family
That my dreams would actually come to pass
That your hatred and jealousy would turn to love and respect
That my family will be respected in a foreign land
That the young boy hid in a basket would lea

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