This is my life forever etched in stone,
From my first breath to my last moan.
I only leave you my words to inherit,
Please take them all within their merit.
They will tell you of youth, then of age,
With a part of my life on every page.
From my lowest to my greatest high.
To make you laugh or make you cry.
Be it a curse or a beautiful treasure.
Though it is yours alone to measure.
So I will write of death, then of life,
I will tell of pain also of strife.
To know love or the pitfalls of hate,
In hopes to avert you from my fate.
With my words I will confess my sins,
Before my life must come to an end.
Then I will tell of revenge and greed,
I will tell you of good and evil deeds.
With each of the pages that you turn,
I pray something good you will learn.
I will tell you of God and all His glory,
Because of Him I now write this story.
I heard it said I am pastor of the pen.
When I wrote of God time and again.
I need to tell you about a vow I made,
After on my body Gods hands were laid.
Within this miracle he told me to write,
To spread his word with all my might.
So now I write His name for all to see,
It is in payment for a gift He gave to me.
I hope my words you will now condone,
In your mind forever etched in stone.
Written by: Thelma Shutters
11-17-2002
