Poetry

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Feed the sheep.They cry they weep. Feed the flock with word never stop. There are people that have been assigned to you. They come into your life for a moment or two. Some have been here for a while. Your husband, your wife, your mother, your child. Your neighbor, coworker and best friend. Nieces and nephews- extended kin. They need to hear a word  from GOD. Life for them has become unbearable and hard. Feed them with what you know. Feed them it will help them to grow. You may be the only way they will hear the Goodnews. Don’t discriminate, don’t pick and choose.The ones you want to minister to and bid the others adieu. It’s up to you to spread the word and spread it with out fell. You just may save your brother from an eternity spent in hell. 

© Latanya Mims-Adams

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