Judgment Day
I stand here alone, in a room all in black,
Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;
I don’t get to speak, here at the end,
Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;
They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,
And all I can do is shudder in shame;
I’m here at the trial at the end of my life,
And each testimony cuts like a knife;
I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all,
I await my judgment and try to stand tall;
I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime,
And didn’t do productive things with my time;
Six feet below my body is entombed,
And I know deep down my fate is now doomed,
And all I can do I is silently pray,
That God grants me mercy on this solemn day;
The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands,
All I can do is hope He understands;
“Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads,
My soul once damned is now to be freed;
He granted forgiveness for all of my sins,
Allowing my soul to begin again.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
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