Last Night I Cried Poem by Randy McClave

Last night I died
Last night I cried,
As I stood in front of God
Waiting for his final nod.

There I was being judged
In the book of life would my name be smudged,
Would my eternity be in heaven or Hell
Only God would tell.

Was I forgiven or was I not
Was redemption what I had truly sought,
I had listened to all of the preachings
But, I never truly followed any of the teachings.

I was bigoted and I still hated
Then from those actions I was fated,
I judged others from what I did see
Now the judging, will be done on me.

I saw the needy and the poor
Their needs and pleads I did ignore,
Then when I saw the undocumented way over there
I gave them no hope, not even a prayer.

I now reflect back with guilt and shame
I am of course the only one to blame,
Indeed I said that I was following Christ
But, many times I heard the cock crow thrice.

I'll be shown my sins and how I hated and did curse
And how I ignored or misused, a Bible verse,
My soul will be the one needing to mend
And it will be shown, from my beginning to end.

I know now that it was a sin
When I judged someone because of the color of their skin,
And when they spoke in a different dialect
I should not had gotten angry, and upset.

I now stand in front of the Lord
There I see God's avenging sword,
I am scared, but not because I had died
But, because I cheated, and I hated, and I lied.

Randy L. McClave