Poem -

Thankful

Hated for this truth
Seems lies make a better way
Sleep if but a booth
Sweet pay come whatever may 

Despised for simple
Why glorify difficult
Life makes for ample
Pity all storms make scrambled

Talked about with ease
Never mind what others think
Thankful, if you please
Cause I'd be the first to sink

Over looked at times
Always to my betterment
Any bother tames
Pride and or its devilment

Neglected by few
And too shy for the many
Mornings come brand new
And friends if any

Confronted by fears
Joys can be prolonged by tears
Strength is made from cares
Thankfulness through dares

Promises of God
Are as real as the air breathed
I dare to trust Him
And see what providence weaved

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Nathenial Jones

Cherie'...

....I looked and saw you had wrote me a note...firstly...thank you for feeling it was worthy your gaze...me I write cause my mind has more things to say then my tongue can keep up with...besides...there are no ears, that my tongue need not pay a tax for...so I come here and unleash me raw...again...thanks for allow my mind space with you...YES...THE PROMISES OF GOD ARE FOUNDATION TO TRUST...and what good is life without trust...'through out it all 'HE' holds us'...smile...Nj

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