God's Own

"God's Own"

Butterflies gently laid her 'pon God's throne
Quietly he spoke "My child you have come home"
Her tears glistening dew drops of dawn's glory
Settling her crimson consumed with worry

Glowing in his embrace her weary soul slept
Angels wept listening to the soft swell of breath
Meadowlark harmonies were never more sweet
Tasha found her resting place at God's feet

Waking from slumber she rose without pain
Pouring from her eyes a warm gentle rain
Showering the heavens in magnificent bliss
Granting every child their most desired wish

A golden chamber filled her chest in renewed love
This was her destiny feathered in the skies above
Stirring inside a gypsy eager to please all
Radiating brightly pride that stood proud & tall

Looking back at life very pleased with it's return
Faithfully romanced in his graceful crown's adorn
Shot outta the dark blazing heavenly skylines
A shooting star who will forever shine throughout time

Holy babe surrendered to his kingdom from birth
Whispers fell her lips, "No tears over mortal death"
In her loss do not fear, she lives everyday in your hearts
Not even our heavenly father's sneeze could blow apart

The Punk Poet…
  Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
   (One Poetry)