The Preacher - Poem by Randy McClave
The preacher spoke to me about damnation and hell
And how we all were going there to die in our sins,
He then told me about Gods losses, and the devil's wins
And how our evils and wrongdoings we all must expel.
Adulterers and murderers I was told would be stoned to death
Gays and rebellious children would receive that same death penalty,
Maybe then I thought to myself it be best if I were just an adoptee
Or maybe better yet, if were more like the biblical Seth.
Cain slew Abel, one brother dead and the other a killer
That was the first crime that this world ever had,
Seth was the third brother who was not jealous nor never mad
Upon the commandments we now began to build our pillars.
The preacher then told me how furious and jealous was our God
And how the fires of hell was awaiting every sinner one and all,
I fell to my knees in fear and terror I just wanted to bawl
Is God’s true love, as I thought just a lie and a fraud.
The preacher then told me all the people that God hated
And if he saw them he would surely cast them out of his sight,
He then shook his fist hysterically in both anger and fright
I felt so very alone, abandoned, ashamed and isolated.
I know that someday like all others I will be dead
And then and only then will God judge me on my bended knee,
Instead of telling me how God hates and just wants to punish me
Why not tell me how God loves and wants to forgive me instead.
Randy L. McClave
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