<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Judgment Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is 3: 30 in the morning, and I hear the shovel scraping the sidewalk. I look toward my window and all I could see was the cold white of the snow. I begin to think what is this is the judgment day that I heard the preacher speak of so many times when I was a child. I begin to rewind the video tape of my life that is stored in my memory. I figured if this is judgment day then let me first judge myself. I remember all the fights I got in with Trina (a girl knew when I was a child) because she called me cripple boy. Now yes she was wrong to say that but I still shouldn’t have fought a girl. I recall yelling back at my mom once and there I broke a commandment. (Honor thou mother and father) but wait is it dishonor when She treated me like I was nothing just because I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I guess no matter what I was supposed to honor her for she is my parent. I slept with many women out of wedlock but I had love for them all. Now just when I was sobbing because I was sure I was going to hell I heard God. And he said unto me, “did you ask for forgiveness? ” “Yes Lord” I replied. “Then so you shall be forgiven.” As calm came over me and I shut my eyes to sleep. God said this to me, “Judge yea not and yea shall not be judge. This also mean don’t judge yourself.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lore+Me34">Lore Me34</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449038" data-title="Judgment Day de Lore Me34" data-description="It is 3: 30 in the morning, and I hear the shovel scraping the sidewalk. I look toward my window and all I could see was the cold white of the snow. I begin to think what is this is the judgment day that I heard the preacher speak of so many times..."></div> </div> </div>

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