Jan Wilson
Jordan’s Poem:
It was...
It was your voice that traveled through my mother's voice that gave me strength
It was...
It was your voice that battled tough battles and gave no voice, and that made you win
It was...
It was your voice that mattered the most, hearing what's the matter Jordache made me grin
It was...
It was your voice that God ordered us to trust and with that trust i gave no lip
It was...
It was your voice that taught me the only voice you need is his
It was...
It was your voice that yelled turn that fan off you ain't paying no bills
It was...
It is...
It is your voice within me and with that being said Amen
It is...
It is your voice that come through the speakers when the old jams playing
It is...
It is your voice that comforts me when I'm going against the wind
It is...
It is your voice that I hear and won't question what I understand
It is...
It is your voice that teaches my voice to spread knowledge, wisdom and understanding
It is...
It is your voice that speaks when I'm hurt always make me get back on my ten
It is...
It is your voice that protect me from trouble reminding me where I done been
Although I walk through the valley of shadow and death it was your voice that helped me battle the stress,
Although I walk through this valley of shadow and death, it is your voice that reminds me I shall fear no evil
As I walk through the valley of shadow and death my heart follows that noise, that noise that only comes from belief, believing that God sends his strongest angels to fight his toughest battles, you fought yours and
It was, it is, Always your voice that helps me fight mine
Love Your Jordache