Who We Want To Hear Poem by Randy McClave

Some run about with a mouthful of scripture
But, also with a heart full of hate,
They never see the complete picture
Until their moment in life is to late.

A demon sits on our left shoulder
And an Angel sits on our right,
While we all stand behind a boulder
Only we decide what brings us delight.

Some listen to the ideas of the voices
Some just enjoy to sin,
But, of course destination is our own choices
As we end a prayer with an Amen.

God speaks to us in one ear
And the devil then whispers in the other,
We choose to who we wanna hear
We know our choice and our druther.

Randy L. McClave