by Janel Smith

My heart is beating rapidly
Thump, bump, thump, bump
My hands, feet, arms, and head is dripping with sweat
Drip, drip, drip
The preacher speaks for anyone to come to the altar
and give their life to Christ
Is he speaking to me?
I canít begin to lift my feet up.
But somehow I am walking
I donít want to go alone on this journey
A journey that will be rough ahead
My mouth taste like salt
Maybe from the gigantic tears trialing down my face
Lord, I donít think Iím ready
My life is not in order steady
I have to wait till I start doing right
But yet Iím steady walking towards the light
Maybe it is time
Time is not on my side
I donít have long left 
Why not give the time I have to the Lord before death

Time by Janel Smith

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