Best Forgivenessold Poems
It was a fine day as I gaze to the sky
Such wind, hits me right in the eye
As I waltz right into a spin in of life
Since nothing is new under the sun
I might as well give it a good fight
Would I? would I?
I remember like it was yesterday
That old news of funk
He walks in as if the newly ones
Were just a hit for fun, year by year
The looks, the posture, the pose
As I spent timely time with such men
O, times spent, what times of tears of cold
That is when...brain storm had intervene from
Anger, anguish, anthology of agony from a stone
Brain storm had stormed in some plead for vengence
Would I? would I?
I remember...
That old news of funk
He walks the walks of a collar shirt and tie and,
With pants that is as black as an African Bus Boycott of the Whites
Back in 1955...
The jacket that stands ready and firm to speak
I shall ignore his words of bleak
Until his heart melts down in tears, longing for a pardon
I stand ready to forgive, and year by year, wouldn't he?
Trying to quit the thought life of such dazzling strife I,
I remember how hard for it to have been remitted
My mind, my soul, my conscience, my spirit
That old news of funk
I'm praying the prayer I once made
Asking my heavenly Father to calm the storm
Brain storm...
don't look to me to save your life
I'm treading water trying to salvage mine
I can offer hope but not redemption
I can see you through with premonition
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
we can build a bridge with understanding
pay the piper dues withstanding
while you ponder what will be
I sweep away the old debris
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
we can forget the past--walk away as friends
meeting for coffee every now and again
laugh and talk about the old times
leaving all the forgiven crimes
but I can't save your life
and I know you can't save mine
yes, I know you can't save mine
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.