Oh God!

Oh God, my God Please tell me what I have done, I grabbed a weapon instead of my rod And now my repentance has already begun; Instead of answering with peace as I've been taught I unwrapped my hands then with a weapon I fought, Instead of nourishing and wanting to heal I ignored my teachings; I had violence and then I did kill. Oh Lord, my Lord Why didn't I turn the other cheek, I answered violence with a sword I thought I was strong, but now I know that I am weak; A man now lies dead from what I have done I wasn't thinking when I pulled the trigger of my gun, If not for my anger this man would still be alive Living, loving and wanting from a human, I did deprive. Oh Father, my Father Who is watching me from heaven above, Why for my soul did you ever bother I showed hate and evil when you taught me love; A man wasn't even bothering me, but I didn't like his look He wasn't carrying a weapon; he wasn't a murderer or a crook, I was taught to be supportive, and to always support the peace I became a hater and a murderer, I was a hypocrite I am the police. Oh Creator, my Creator Whose son died on earth by the hands of other men, To whose way of life I have ignored and became a traitor Someday the ones we hurt we will will assuredly meet again; Now in my eye there will hang a continuous tear And in my heart there will reside both shame and fear, In the heavens when a star dies and it goes quite into the night The heavens then cry; as so do I, as I too extinguished a light. Randy L. McClave