Death Row Final Thoughts, Get Low
Mom and Dad, today I die!
Can you forgive your murderous Son,
for the evil I have done?
Yes! Today I die.
But, if the truth be known,
my life ended years ago,
with my rage out of control.
I was high on drugs that fatal night,
when we had that horrendous family fight.
How could I, your loving Son,
have shot you both with grandpa's gun!
They're coming for me!
I hear their footsteps down the hall.
My final thought, my hope, my all,
will your arms be open wide,
when we meet on the other side?
Or will you both turn your faces away,
and in hell's prison, let me stay?
They are here!
Forgive me, God, Your mercies are great, (* & **)
Carry me home, the hour is late.
"Thou I walk through the valley of the shadow
of death..." Psalm 23:4
* Isa 1:18 "Thou your sins are like scarlet...."
** 1 John 1:9 "If we confess our sins, He is ......"
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For contest: Get Low
(Fiction)
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015
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