The Execution

The convicts day of reckoning had finally come, Only hours left he sat in his cell pondering and feeling glum. Thoughts on what brought him here, and the terrible things he had done. Just wanting life easy and a life filled with fun. Sitting in his cell, he hadn’t really thought about dying it seemed so far away, Then one day he woke up and realized today is the day. Now time is the issue and his soul still wasn’t saved, He had heard the story about Jesus and how He had risen from the grave. All these years he had wasted and now was he too late? To ask for forgiveness or was hell to be his only fate? He fell to his knees in his cell all alone, And cried out to Jesus, Lord please pick up your phone. Lord the things that I’ve done I know they were wrong and I can’t take them back, Lord I beg for forgiveness just once before I die I wish to know that at least I tried to get on the right track. Then something from within felt so warm as he stood to his feet, Like knowing the meaning of love, this was all new and wonderfully neat. Just a few minutes later the old preacher entered in with the warden, And they stood there and sniffed the air and said smells like somebody’s rose garden. The warden said son it’s time and the preacher started to pray, And the convict patted the old preacher and said, preacher I’m going to be in a better place before the end of this day. They strapped him to the gurney and he took his punishment in stride, With peace on his face as he left this world, not one tear was shed not one person cried.