This is a poem from one of “my girls” in jail.
“Last”
I lost my house, I lost my car, and I almost lost my life. I lost it all. I had to fall down on my face to see why it all took Your place.
I was wrong. I didn’t know, until I saw You were gone. I’m sorry I put You last.
I am at a stop in my life. I’ve got to see where to go from here. Why? … I’m sorry I put You last.
I’ve got to fix my life. I can’t do this alone. I love You too much to lose You. I won’t turn back. I will start new. I will start a new list. I’m sorry I put you last.
I had to let it all go. I don’t want or need it in my life. I will let God love me, and never put Him last again.
He’s first. He’s best. He’s on my list… but He’s not last.
By Pam Q. 5/28/15
