Hi God, by Me, Laura Tidwell

Posted January 5th, 2009 at 11:08 pm / Religious/spiritual / Author: Laura

Hi God.
It’s me again.
What is it I can do my friend?”
You’ve spoken
I am here to listen.
Do you have any
Special questions?
Yes, God.
Why yes, I do.
Who was there before you?
Why did you pick me, for this life?
How do you create finger prints,
That are unique and precise?
Well, lets start where you began,
Because the life before me
Is too complicated of a question.
I picked you, to change the world,
You are quite a unique girl.
Your words are real, not pretend.
People look to them,
Like you look to your friends.
Your finger print, like a little mark
Says you’re mine from the very start.
A child of mine, so demanding but kind,
With a strong heart, but a fragile mind.
You meant my surgery, and tumor, right?
I’m glad you taught me to see the light.
For I am guided by your hand,
And though I am challenged,
I long for your command.
I want to be with you, when I die.
To watch you when you create life.
Were you there when I drowned?
Or did you send angels, to huddle around?
I was there, my angels too.
We were deliberating
On if you were through.
An angel showed me,
You could be,
Someone who can save somebody.
Whether you did it, with your words,
Or with your actions.
We knew you’d be heard.
What is it I am suppose to do?
Write those books, and speak of you?
I know you’re here?
I know, I see
In all things, that you’re with me.
Should I preach at all
Who do not want to learn?
Or tell my stories
And let them turn
People, on to who you are,
‘Cause You can answer near and far?
I am with you in your deeds,
Stay with me, and they will see.
That you mean only to help change
The way the world still remains.
Lost for hope, is not what should be.
There is hope, when you turn to me.
I am the Father.