PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

It is there.


Where is it? Is it this way or is it that way, Which way is it? How do I get there? Or is it why can't I let myself to be there? With all these resources and possibilities I can reach for the stars and grab hold of my God My one and only Saviour and true love Jesus Christ. He is alway late and is yet to come. I've been waiting since I first begun. Is it that he is always late or maybe it is his patience toward us, so that not one not two but all can be able to turn to him and be saved.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.