What if my son were gay,
Would I hate him and his love would I betray,
Or would I curse him and wished him dead;
For guidance and answers I did pray
So, I think of Christ's words and teachings everyday,
I also remember the words that haters have said.
My son would never need to hide,
With his life and his goodness he must show his pride,
And never from me, or from his beliefs should he roam;
l have sinned! and I have cheated, and I have lied
To find GOD, we must all seek out our own guide,
And my son will always! be welcomed inside my home.
My love for my son it cannot ever be undone
Even if I am threatened by words or by a gun,
My son needs never to be judged or to tremble like a mouse;
GOD is my father and I am his son
That love for him like a flame I will not douse,
And I know my son will be welcomed in our heavenly father's house.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem