The Ending
As you look and you see him dead
With no more worries upon his head
His lips are silenced and eyes are closed,
The way death is and the way GOD chose.
His deeds on Earth they now are done
With battles he lost and victories he had won
And now in Heaven his judging will begin
On the scales of judgement it will be good against sin.
His journey is finished his walk is completed
And like all man he has been tempted and has been greeted
And now he lies down and we see him dead
Now he will be judged by the life he led.
RANDY L. MCCLAVE
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Judged
Will they judge me by the color of my skin
Instead by my soul and whats deep within
When I am greeted by either women or men
Will they even ask where I have been.
Will I be judged because I am a man
With my heart and feelings will they understand
Will I be greeted with an outreached hand
Will they hold it against me when I make a stand.
Will I be judged because I am old
And not wanting to do the things that I am told
Will they remember the good deeds that I sowed
As onto truth and honesty I will always hold.
Will I be judged because of the way I was
Once I found happiness and also love
But then I found out it was hate and also lust
So please tell me, how will I be judge.
Randy L. McClave
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Mans Sins
GOD wants all man to make it to Heaven
While man is determined to send himself to Hell
As he will deny the law, that GOD gave us all
Then that road to heaven he will ultimately fail.
He ignores the laws that was set before us
Then he uses excuses why he did or must sin
But he cannot hide, from those deeds inside
As he will then marked before GOD and men.
He will think that he is rightous to one and all
As he will declare to all that his sins were a must
He will forget his sinful way, until judgement day
As his soul will be judged and his body will become dust.
Man thinks that all will forget the evils he has done
But in the end his deeds and acts they will all prevail
And he will be known, from the deeds that he has sewn
GOD gives out heaven, but man's determined to go to Hell.
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Heaven
When I go to Heaven,
When I past the moon and stars,
Who will be waiting for me,
If though, I make it that far.
Will I walk through those pearly gates,
And will I walk on the streets of gold
And will I see my father and brother again,
Though that, I might never know.
And in Heaven will I be happy,
Knowing I have lost my mortal life
Will I be worried or will I feel sad,
Because I have left my son, and wife.
When I arrive in Heaven,
Will I know anyone standing there,
And will anyone try to remember me,
Or in Heaven, will anyone really care.
Will I be allowed to reflect,
On my past and the things that I miss,
And in Heaven will they let me want,
My tears; and my families last kiss.
Will I be able to feel joy again
As I walk those golden streets alone,
And will they hear me cry in Heaven
For my family, I know I will moan.
When I die and go to Heaven,
I think that as now I close my eyes,
Will things be better off in this old world,
And will anyone here for me, sit and cry.
I know that I will reach that gate someday
And by myself I will walk that solemn road
The weight of life shall be lifted away from me
And now who on Earth must now carry my load.
When I do get to Heaven one day,
I don't know what then, that I will do,
Though I will be by myself, once again,
So now I will cry for my family; and you.
Randy L. McClave
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Some Men Will Do
The bad and evil that some men will do
Will follow them after they enter their grave
Their acts will become adages that others will view
And to those axioms, their memories will be a slave,
Those men will be remembered by their past deeds
Long after, they are dead and gone
Then their stories will grow wild, like garden weeds
As their past deeds will live and linger on,
They will be remembered long after they are dead
By the exploits they did while they were living
As one good act alone won't lead to a good life led
And they cannot erase those sins, and the misgiving,
So I will say this before I will enter my grave
With the life that I am living, just and true
I want to be thought of with the righteous and the brave
And I don't want to be remembered, by the evils some men do.
Randy L. McClave
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
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Last Night, I Died
Last night, I died
And there was no one there
There was no one for me to speak to
Except for GOD; who I did in prayer.
I asked GOD then to forgive me
And please, erase the sins of this man
Then I asked him to watch over my family and friends
And then I asked him please; hold my hand.
And as I lay there dying
Unto GOD I freely spoke
I thanked him for all the gifts he gave me,
I thanked him for all the words I wrote.
Then I closed my eyes and had memories
But not of the bad times, only the good,
Then I thought of the people I loved and trusted,
Not because I had to, but because I should.
And while I was there still alone
Awaiting for death to take my life,
I began to cry, but not for me
But for my son, and the woman I call wife.
Then I thought in Heaven who would walk with me
When I arrived, in my new home,
Then I thought who would be with me
Or in Heaven I thought, Would I walk alone.
And as I awaited For my life to end
I worried as I began to think of everyone else,
The sting of death really didn't bother me,
But only knowing, I would die by myself.
And then at last death it came,
And there for me, no one had cried
Because no one knew that I left this world
Because no one knew, last night I had died.
Randy L. McClave
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You Were Dead
It was a thought in my head
That I thought that you were dead
It was a feeling also in my heart
That from this life you had part,
It gave myself such a happy feeling
And my soul and mind went into healing
When I had thought that you had died
Not one tear for you had I cried,
I forgave you then of all your sins
As my losses were sadly your wins
I forgave you also of your cheating and lies
And all your hate and all your sighs,
But then I saw you standing there
I was in shock and anger at you I did stare
My temper was hot and my face was red
How I truly wish; that you were dead.
Randy L. McClave
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Will I Suffer
Will I suffer
Because you like me to suffer
Just to live in torment and pain,
Where all my sunshine's are dead
From the lies you have said,
So I could live in storm and rain.
Will I give up and not try
And then lay down to die
The way I have done before,
Where I would give up the fight
To say I was wrong and you were right
As just to avoid with you a war.
Will I cry once more
As I have cried before
So you can ridicule me to your Mates,
Then you talk behind my back
And have yourself a hardy laugh
Is that what you see in my fate.
Will I say my prayers
Just to end my nightmares
And the way that I live my life,
And then put my GOD to blame
For my worries and my pain
And forget him in my prayers at night.
Will I live my life in agony
From what you have done to me
In a battle won or maybe lost,
Then I think for a while
And then I bring back my smile
Then I say to you, “ I think not”.
Randy L. McClave
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Still Standing
Never will I let worries ever break me
I will take all, that anyone can give
I will not ask for help, when I can rely on myself
How else should a man, truly live.
When the world of mine seems to be falling down
And the world and people become so demanding
I will be like a wall, so solid and so tall
And always, I will be there standing.
Never will I give up on anything
I will be there till I am dead or the job is done
I will give no excuse, or let any laziness loose
I will not leave until that task has been won.
When the oceans of the world are flooding
And the waters will rise up to my landing
I will not run away, and then wait for a sunny day
As always there, I will be standing.
I will always remember how I had been raised
I know bettering myself is my greatest gain
I will always be myself, and not anyone else
while many others live in their suffering and pain.
When people are lying and false accusing
And their ways and lies become more commanding
When they believe their lies, I will not run and hide
As always, I will be there standing.
I know some believe they are better than me
Because of their teaching or what they might learn
But all I know, is they’re lost inside their soul
And praise from anyone is what they do yearn.
When they look for help they're no one to be found
And no one to listen with a heart full of understanding
Then they might wish, they had not forgotten that kiss
And still there, I will be standing.
I know the days on our Earth are all numbered
I know the end of our days will someday be here
Will we not all reflect, of our sins we didn't reject
Hoping that GOD, was then nowhere near.
We will all enter into the same judgment room
Where GOD will do his judging and then his branding
Then all will be revealed, as the sinners cry and kneel
But next to GOD, I will be there standing.
Randy L. McClave
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Vengeance
Vengeance is mine so said the Lord,
I will destroy the wicked with my sword
Judging and judgement will be mine alone
As what I reap, will first had been sewn.
Hate is like fire it will only consume
First the soul, then the mind will be exhumed
The pleasure of man's victory is so very brief
But in the end there is no satisfaction, but only grief.
Randy L. McClave
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Pass This Way
We shall not pass this way again
Spoke the old man to his friend
For many lives, we have known
And many children, we've seen grown.
As you walk a path but one time
And though it seems the same
Every road has a different meaning
And every teardrop, a different pain.
We have sinned and saw sin
We have hated and we we had friends
But now we shall all be judged,
For when we hated, should we have loved.
Should we had fought, when we fled
Should we had watched when we had sinned
Should we had cried when we bleed,
I don't know, for we shall not come again.
When we go through life, this one time
We should do the best that we could
Live a life, and be its pride,
And be ready for judgement, when we die.
You pass this way but one time
You live a life but one time
You can help a soul but one time,
And one time, is all that is asked.
So when you pass this way again
Never be in a hurry when you walk by
Be you a woman or be you a man,
It never ever hurts, to only but try.
Randy L. McClave
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Time Will Tell
One day for myself time will tell
If my endeavors in life will send me to hell
But until that I moment I hope not to dwell
As I hope unto my eternity that I will not fail.
I will think to myself of the things I had done
The jobs I have finished and the works I begun
As I worked with my mind and not my tongue
And I greeted everyday with the rising sun.
But time will tell hopefully years from now
As I brush the perspiration away from my brow
It ends as an adult and began when I was a child
Hopefully I wont leave as a coward but will stand proud.
My life though is of both love and hate
Some call it destiny while others call it fate
My soul for many was just an open gate
But hopefully someday my passions I will reinstate.
In the end though my life deeds will prevail
From the things I did and the stories I did tell
The accomplishments made and the work that did fail
Only then will I know if I will make it to heaven or hell.
Randy L. McClave
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How Do You Sleep
I place my head between my hands
As once again I softly weep
I think to myself, as there is no one else,
Please tell me; How do you sleep.
Do you not think of the things you have done
Or the lies and untruths that you have said
It pains my mind, probably till the end of time
Until the time that we both are dead.
You tell your lies as they are the truth
So you can cover up your ways and sin
Do you believe your lies, as the truth you deny
Thinking your innocent in front of God and men
As I sit alone in my chair
Thinking of the secrets you did keep
With your picture in hand, I cant understand
Then I say to you; how do you sleep.
I trusted you with all that I know
And I gave you all that I had to give
You were my life, and you were my wife
And i’d give you my soul for you to live.
But then your past it caught up with you
A time that I knew nothing about
When you were wild, like a crazy child
Who got there way, as it ended out.
As I walk through out the house
As for answers I still try to seek
I walked through our home, now I am alone,
Please tell me; how do you sleep.
As I look back at the things you have done
Remembering the vows that you had broke
And In my brain, now there is only pain
With all the lies you've done and spoke.
I find my bible and it I begin to read
Someday the devil will have your soul to reap
Until that time, your words are a crime,
And please tell me; how do you sleep.
Randy L. McClave
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Must Die
Someday everything must die,
They just do, so don't ask why
One day they thrive, they are alive
Then they are dead, in the wink on an eye.
But this is the ways or GOD and nature,
Spoke Mother Earth to the creator.
Randy L. McClave
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Deeds
Of all the greatest deeds
That man has ever conceived
It would be that one deed
That no-one ever did see.
The greatest deeds of them all
The one that people would recall
It would be that one deed
That no-one had ever saw.
The deeds that are always shown
Is like the wind that has blown
You are are cold and then awakened
But its memory is never known.
The good deeds that are quite
They are the ones with all the might
They are never, ever forgotten
And they are always in ones sight.
Randy L. McClave
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A Day Without You
A day without you
Is an eternity without living
It is a time without need,
It is a moment without giving.
It is you, without me.
A day without the sun
Is the day that I don't look into your eyes
It is when I don't hope or wish,
It is when from the world that I do hide.
It is when you, that I truly miss.
A day without a flower,
Is the day without any inspiration
It is the day when beauty is dead,
It is the beginning of my frustration.
It is when my hunger for life is no longer fed.
A day without you,
It is a terrible day indeed
It is when I just sit and moan
And it is when no one hears my plead.
It is truly when I am all alone.
Randy L. McClave
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Someday
Someday we all shall me tested
As to prove the type of person we became
To see from life what we had ingested
Then to see the prize that we shall claim.
Our characteristics then will be shown
From the acts and deeds that we preformed
Then the life we lived to all will be known
As our soul and destiny will be transformed.
Someday we all shall be tempted
Either by money, sex or even fame
Those demons will not be exempted
And sadly will follow many to their grave.
Many will be allured by the situation
And many will be attracted only by lies
But then many will be led into temptation
And never will know their truth was unwise.
Someday we all shall be remembered
Of the things that we’ve said and done
As our truth to all it will be surrendered
But then as in life our past cant be redone.
Our weakness and strength will be reveled
As inside our soul to GOD and all will see
Nothing can we forget or can be concealed
But then someday, when might that time be.
Randy L. McClave
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Hello, Death
Hello; I am Death.
Listen to me as I speak
As though you think there is an option
There is none, as your life is what I seek.
You can be the top of your world
The master of all you survey
Have your name known around this world
But that is nothing, you are mine at any day.
As with the touch of my finger
Or a glare from my eye
All you owe and known is gone,
When I command it, your body will die.
Hello; I am Death
Have you came to fear me yet
Have you seen your life pass you by
terrible is your life, and your soul is that debt.
The people you used and hurt
The swears and lies that you spoke
Laughing when others where in despair
I think by those words, I will let you choke.
You will then dance in your misery
As you reflect the past of your deeds
With every gasping breath I will laugh
Then my words you will finally heed.
Hello; I am Death
Listen to me as I talk
My voice will be the last for you to hear
As you take, your very last walk.
I will laugh with every step that you take
As just to remind you of your past,
And the wrongs that you did to others
Forever, I promise that pain in you will last.
And then the moment before you die
And your soul is full of regrets
I want to watch you beg for mercy and life,
BUT, I wont listen; as I am DEATH.
Randy L. McClave
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Who Will
Who will want to keep you when you get old
When your soul has been bought and sold
That, I would really would like to know.
Who will want you in your twilight
When you are full of vengeance and false pride
Or would anyone, want you at their side.
Who will want to walk with you done the street
When you have no one new for you to meet
Or will people shun you, that you do greet.
Who will want to be there to hold your hand
When you get old and alone and you cannot stand
And then of your past deeds, you will finally understand.
Who will be with you in this journey of life
When you come across darkness and event light
Will you be alone, and emptiness is in your sight.
Who will forget where you have been
When your heart is still full of evil and sin
Will you remember in life, there is only but one end.
Who for you will cry and weep for you a tear
When you are no longer here
Will they even care, for your sorrows to hear.
Who will even think about you when you are gone
When there life is still moving on
Do you wonder, if you will be remembered as just a pawn.
Who will always think and worry about you
When you live your life and the things you do
So I wonder for you, if there will ever be a who.
Randy Lee McClave
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Final Destination
There is one thought upon which I constantly dwell
With that one thought I get sick and my face turns pale
Upon my life salvation will I win, or or am I destined to fail
So I wonder if I am going to Heaven, or am I going to Hell.
Never upon my back was a sign saying this soul is for sale
No man truly knows of my sorrows, or of my life's tale
So out of confusion and query this question to GOD I must yell
Am I going to Heaven, or am I going to Hell.
One day alone, I know I will walk upon deaths trail
Then I will meet death, and I will pull aside its dark veil
It will only take my soul, as the body is but a shell
So I wonder will I be going to Heaven, or will I be going to Hell.
Randy L. McClave
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