Don't Give Up
By: Kellen M. Parham
A loser is not, a man without
But yet, a man within,
Within a shell, that reeks and smells,
Of rotten fruit and forgetful sin,
In hell, at heart, heís pale, and dark,
He sits alone, at home, apart,
From the world, heís hurled, like an aimless dart,
Hoping his target, is not a brainless thought,
A brand-new start, indeed he must,
To leave a life, conceived by lust,
With each flick of his wrist, he heaves and thrust,
One portion of wine, and one portion of crust,
He replenished his time, He deceived the dust,
He couldnít believe, how heíd achieved so much,
How he received Christ, of whom, he now believes and trusts.
Indeed, he wasnít a loser, because he didnít concede to such.
Donít Give Up!