Description: Another poem written by my Grandmother, in March 1995.

Ah, come unto me little children, I'll teach you the way to walk. I'll never leave or forsake you and if you'll trust me, you'll never fall.

For i'm there when your tears are falling. I'm there when your friends do you wrong, and i'm there when the storms all around you, and I'll hear you if you'll just call.

So don't fail to call upon me, when you feel that you cannot go on. Just remember my presence will be all around you, and I'll hear you when you call.

My child I suffered for your sorrow's, and by my stripes your body is healed.

When they placed the Crown of Thorns on my head and drove the spikes in my hands. When my blood ran down child..that was for you, so if you receive my shed blood your soul will never be last.

P.S. (A message from my grandmother): I received his precious blood in 1983 and I claim just what he says i'll never be lost.