History, tells this story, that we’ve learned, since days of… and I must say, that it’s become, the greatest ever told. It’s the story of our Savior,

The subjective one says ok, I’ll go along with you today. The Objective one says oh no, I don’t think I want to go. Sometimes objectiveness is not goo…

Oh what a beautiful black man, fearfully and wonderfully made. Only here for just a while, but thanks for what you gave. Oh what a beautiful black man,

Open the window, feel the breeze, Listen to the wind, blow through t… Open your heart, let love flow, Catch the moment, Just let go. Forget about your yesterday,

Always someone or something, To brighten up your day. With something they do, or something they say. Sometimes you’re having,

Sons are those a mother loves, and bears within her heart. Whether they are near to her, or whether far apart. It matters not because her love,

Poetry isn’t just words, we write because they rhyme, Poetry comes from living, from experience through time. Those thoughts from the heart,

Color should have nothing to do, with the way I feel t’wards you. Why let color tear apart, the way you feel inside your heart… Walk with me, be my brother,

How beautiful it was when their ey… inwardly responding, but the time… Moving on in time, remembering the… thinking they would meet again by… they could not forget

The sun is shining, the birds are… it’s a beautiful day, it’s spring. God created this beautiful season, without leaving out a thing. The grass is green the trees have…

Many have taken a journey, a journey beyond the stars. To a place that mankind cannot see… for its very, very far. They have gone to the Creator,

Oh so much you loved me, Oh so much you cared. Oh so much a blessing, that you’re always there. Oh so much you loved me,

Some really do not know me They don’t really see They don’t see what’s in my heart My life’s destiny My deep devotion to God

A soldier is a brave young man, who fights for freedom in his land… A soldier must go when duty calls, To fight the battle for us all A soldier is a mothers son,

I still hear her voice, Calling me her Turtle Dove. My sweet Anita. We were childhood friends, who were knit in tender love