Randy McClave Poems
|1405.||Bring Me Flowers||8/7/2009|
|1406.||Then He Cried||3/6/2018|
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Then He Cried
When he left his mother and the doctor spanked his hide
In that delivery room he then first cried,
But, that cry that he uttered so proudly and loud
Was a proclamation to all, that he'll make his mother proud.
As a young boy he and his mother walked hand in hand
She taught him that one day alone he must make his stand,
So, in defeat he would not ever give up, but again he would try
And not once ever in a loss, did he cry.
The man that he became was not crafted from a father or brother
It was from the desire and the love from his mother,
Now, the man ...
I went to bed the other night
And woke up with a terrible fright
I dreamed I saw Christ the Lord
And I helped nail Him to the board
Pain and agony in his eye
And me a wishing He would only die
For what kind of GOD could he be
If He even couldn't set himself free.