The Very Most, by Renee A. Betancourt
This is a poem my friend wrote which she read to me over the phone the other day. And it was so beautiful that I asked her if I could publish it on my blog. Enjoy. (I will publish it just as she sent it.) The Very Most Good morning, Father, Son and Holy Ghost I love you all the very most With my life layed down, I don’t want my own crown Lead me, guide me, show me the way Thank you, Lord for this brand new day I Thank you Lord for giving us your son thank you Jesus for being the only one Who could save me deliver me and raise me up Because you lifted your own cup. Thank you, Jesus for the garden For it led to my full pardon The road from there was fully destructive And from that walk my pain was abducted And at the end upon that cross You gave Your life so none would be lost And when you rose on that third day With Your new life you made the way So on your journey with no thought for yourself you lived an...