by Jumaine Brown
To who do I owe this life that I live,
what manner of man would even think to give,
this precious gift that was given to me?
Whose vision was so clear that he wanted to see,
my physical form to walk this earth,
my spiritual mind to understand my worth,
my complete, original and special birth,
my progress, construction, and continuing growth?
To who do I owe this life that I live,
what manner of man would even think to give,
a chance a simple moment in time,
a body, a soul, and spiritual mind?
The question remains as I search for a sign,
the answer is there, and far from hard to find,
and if you see like I see,
I'm sure you'll agree,
That God the Creator is what made me,
Now I ask you God what exactly do I owe,
You said nothing, because you love me so,
You gave the gift, asking of nothing in return,
but to love you just the same, just as your son already had come to learn.
by Jumaine Brown
Trust in Me, and unto you all things shall be done,
I am He, I gave in sacrifice, my only son,
So that you may have the chance to live,
For such is the greatest gift that I can give,
Recieve and be grateful,
Love those that may hate you,
In the end your reward shall be great,
Your cup floweth over, full shall be your plate,
Forgiveness shall be yours when you confess a mistake,
The truth I appreciate,
the day of Judgement awaits,
trust in me, with all your faith,
and with joy everlasting in heaven shall you celebrate.
