Wednesday, November 16, 2011

You’re Not Your Momma

They say you’ll be just like your momma,
Whose reputation was far less than pure.

But who says you have to stumble,
Who says you must trip and fall.

Pave you path in purity,
Heartache free and free indeed.

Greater things are ordained for you,
So believe for better things to come.

And you’ll reap the reward,
Of godly decisions made.

By Carlos Garcia, III
Copyright 2011 * "The above poem written by the author of “I Choose You: A Poetic Journey" * E-book available on and I Choose You,”

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