My niece died on Thanksgiving day. I wrote a poem about her to give to her mom (my sister). Before I give it to her, I would really like you comments/critisicm. Thanks a lot! --Kenzie
Janai
An angel gone to glory
Saved by God's amazing grace
How sorely she is missed
Trapped inside her dying body
She was waiting for her time
Every day, she grasped life
with such strength
We desperately held onto her
Held her back for a while
But the Lord giveth and taketh away
Now the Lord has come for her
She can run, play, laugh
With wings like a butterfly
An angel gone to glory
Saved by God's amazing grace
How sorely she is missed.
Thanks!
Janai
An angel gone to glory
Saved by God's amazing grace
How sorely she is missed
Trapped inside her dying body
She was waiting for her time
Every day, she grasped life
with such strength
We desperately held onto her
Held her back for a while
But the Lord giveth and taketh away
Now the Lord has come for her
She can run, play, laugh
With wings like a butterfly
An angel gone to glory
Saved by God's amazing grace
How sorely she is missed.
Thanks!