Latisha's Poetry

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As I look to the beach and see all the sand,
It reminds me of our Lord and his precious hands.
The sand uholds up the ocean even when it can not bare,
the hurt of the waves crashing not seeming to even care.
So see how the sand and his hands are they same,
they hold you up all the time even wheen there put to shame.
Theyhold you up all day long
when you are weak,
and when your strong.
When you helpless and in need,
they hold you up and never leave.
So see how the sand remind me of our king and his hands,
see how a lot of stuff depend on that on grain of sand.

By: Latisha Devette Chambers

Taking Hold of my Hand
Mom I need you more right now more than any other time.
I have a lot of things going on and things running through my mind.
My heart is beating very fast and I do not understand,
and your the one that can help,
just by taking hold of my hand.

By: Latisha Devette Chambers

Daddy
Do you love me yes or no the answers hard to find,
Because you're always on the go the answers not set in my mind.
Do you care for me when you're gone,
Cause if you don't, which you probably do,
I'm going to have to move on.
You show up when you want to you go away when you don't,
Some times you say you love me and sometimes you just won't.
Even though you not here every step of the way,
I know for a fact that you want to cause
You always have something to say.
So I guess the answers pretty clear, as clear as can be,
The answer to my question is yes you do care for and love me.

By: Latisha Devette Chambers

Cousins
Have you ever known someone who could walk in
and light up a room,
Even if it was filled up with darkness and gloom.
Have you ever known someone
Who is no matter what, always by your side?
And she would always help you out,
Not caring about her pride.
She doesn't care what anyone thinks she always helps you out,
Even if she doesn't understand she never shows here doubts.
To find a girl like this I only had to go next door,
But this girl is not only a friend, she a whole lot more.

By: Latisha Devette Chambers

Calvary's Hill
Have you ever closed your hands and felt the sharp pain,
Shooting up and down your arms and in and out you veins?
Have you ever stepped upon a sharp, pointed rock?
And felt the pain shoot up your leg a painful, horrid shock?
Or have you ever felt the throbbing, pounding in your head,
Or have you ever been so sick you had
To stay home tucked into your bed?
But have you ever thought that, that pain could not compare,
To the horrid, terrible pain that our
Lord and Savior had to bare?
Can you imagine how tough it had to be?
To sit there helpless but thinks "He's doing this for me"!
And as he died he wanted you know,
What to say and where to go.
He wants you to go and tell people there sins are taken away,
So they will be with him in heaven one day.
So when you get the time which you probably will,
Thank him for dying on Calvary's hill.

By: Latisha Devette Chambers

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