I feel <br />Just <br />As <br />If <br />My <br />Mother <br />were <br />speaking <br />to me. <br /> <br />And <br />I feel <br />Just <br />As <br />if <br />God <br />was <br />speaking <br />through <br />my <br />mother, <br />now. <br />He <br />Is <br />Speaking <br />Through <br />you. <br /> <br />Dear <br />one, <br />I <br />Have <br />Nothing <br />Except <br />God, <br />And <br />The <br />Will <br />And <br />The <br />Wish <br />To <br />Pray <br />To <br />God. <br /> <br />And <br />I <br />feel <br />just <br />as <br />Job <br />Felt <br />When <br />God <br />Took <br />Everything <br />from him <br />and <br />even <br />the animals <br />licked his wounds. <br />I <br />Am <br />Not <br />exaggerating. <br />I <br />Tell <br />What <br />I <br />Tell. <br /> <br />And <br />In <br />All <br />this agony <br />there is <br />the voice <br />of an angel, <br />an angel sent by God, <br />an angel called You <br />Just that, <br />No less <br />No less<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-68/
