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Apr 27, 2005 11:39

I also wrote this poem thing today on the front porch....I was thinking about what Becca went through...and so this is what I think Becca might have said and what we could hear if we could easdrop on her convo....

You know the number of my days
Begining and End
You know every breath that I take
When you say," Come home to me my precious child!"
I run fast into Your open arms
In Your presence I stand
I am accountable for everything I did on Earth
You step infront of me and say,"This one is mine!"
You take my hand and lead me through the gates
You say,"Welcome home!"
You show me around by the crystal clear waters
Through the lushish green grass
Past the silver buildings
You say,"This is Moses and this is Daniel!"
You lead me to Eve so I may ask the age old question
You lead me to Your thrown
Your Glory is shown, in all its Majesty
We all bow down to You and praise You!
I crawl up onto your lap and ask,
"Daddy, is it time? When will I see my Jamaica family?"
"Soon honey, soon."
"Can we play football or maybe baseball with coconuts and bamboo until they get here?"
"Sure Beloved!"
She smiles her perfect smile
"I'll see you in forever!"
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