Yolonda Lee Poems

Lord send my angel
to sit at the foot of my bed
and shelter me from the crown of my head
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our generation of children are going astray
to hung down pants and children
who don’t want to obey
some mothers are there
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there’s nothing like a real mother’s love
she’s is there like heaven above
which covers her offspring in prayerful love
like a descended divine dove
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titles are given based on what one does
some placed by man
but God names with a divine hand
the Father above calls us by first name
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Independence Day
is not to be taken lightly
for some have died unjustly
but received by God as brave
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