I Was Given Poem by Randy McClave

I was given a hammer, so I built a house
For my beautiful wife, daughter and I,
They bring wonder and joy to both the soul and eye,
I can now use a needle and thread to repair a blouse.

I was given a paintbrush, I then created
It became an extension of my very own thoughts,
I drew mountains, the sky, and flowers in pots,
With my paintings, I was soothed and elated.

I was given the Bible, so I read all the verses
My soul and my life needed to mend,
I read it from Genesis to Revelations the end,
It ended all of my hatred, and all of my curses.

I was given a plow, so I worked the field
I planted, and I harvested to help support life,
My living was complete, without worries or strife;
I was given a gun, I then killed.

Randy L. McClave