A Poem by Briana Ramos

I am God’s Servant

I wonder when my time to leave earth will come.

I hear the stars singing withjoy.

I see the fairies dancing and singing in the forest.

I want to be a fisher of men for God.

I am God’s servant.

I pretend I’m a Rock Star.

I feel magical as I fly with fairies.

I touch the silky soft blue sky.

I worry about uncured diseases.

I cry for the uncured.

I am God’s servant.

I understand we need money to live.

I say, “God will provide.”

I dream of heaven.

I try to be obedient.

I hope to be close to God.

I am God’s servant.