My muscles are crying out to me telling me it's done enough.
My flesh is screaming out to me,
telling me it's all too tough.
My body tells me to slow down why the sudden rush.
But isn't it good to be active than slothful?
Is that enough?
Are is it all just a big fuss?
My muscles are tired and are aching.
My flesh is wounded. And is paining.
it new wounds I refuse to cover up and keep abusing
What must I do if I am simply chosen.
My whole body says no
But something inside me says yes?
Better to try than to put your own life in a big ole mess.
My knees are all scrape. With cuts And bruise.
My hands looks old with cuts and new wounds.
All because some how they're tired if being misuse.
My body says it's tired it says.
Let's take a rest.
My body says it's too weak for life big test.
Yes I believe so.
I know it's true.
But let's leave all that to the man who is upstairs that's in control of all the rules.
Behind the clouds somewhere that might get us confuse.
I'm really tired
But God says he's not done yet.
So what must I do.
I must simply do my best.
I mustn't let my father be upset.
His rules must be kept. ........
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Poems From The Soul. POEMS FOR THE SOUL
PoetryHii readers!! Thank you for clicking on this book. Also if you do decide to read millions of thanks and I pray God bless your hearts. In this written piece are collection of poems that I wrote. Every poem in this written work originally came from m...
