Judgement Of Immigrants

How could we look upon God's face Without any shame or utter disgrace, Especially after a life that many have led Where hate and jealousy is all that they believed and said. When God asks of our deeds and of our sin (Did we hate immigrants, and wouldn't let them in) , I wonder if the souls of those immigrants will ask us why That we refused to help them, so that they wouldn't suffer or die. Many of us went to church, but never gave to charity They saw and believed it not as a parity, Many taxpayers will scream and many more will holler Because of the so-called wasting of their precious tax dollar. Many don't care if their taxes is spent for businesses or for a war And they don't care if it's given to the wealthy, so they'll have more, But, to the starving immigrants (they'll scream)"they better not give"! In their own hellish country let them suffer there and live. When scared emaciated immigrants have come to our land Seeking freedom and liberty, against them many did stand, In pain and suffering they've already paid their dues Remember, many of our forefathers was once in their shoes. Upon this earth we were all created by the very same God We are all brothers and sisters from the very same sod, Some of us were lucky to be born here, instead of way over there Many weren't taught not how to give, or to even ever care. We will all be judge on our one judgement day All countries and boundaries will be destroyed and washed away I wonder on that day when they look upon God's face Will they hope that God is their countryman, and the same race. Randy L. McClave