Death Row

I sometimes wonder about the people
who are waiting. . .On death row
Knowing their time on earth is short
How short. . .They really don't know

I try to imagine how they must feel
How sorry, or remorseful they are
Maybe they hope death will come soon
Thinking its better by far

I suppose they think of their family
A husband or maybe a wife
Wishing that, for their sakes
Their sentence had only been life

Do they cherish every moment
Have they asked forgivness from God
Do they feel everone is against them
And their death will raise an . . .Applaud

Do they feel they were treated justly
For their crime that was comitted
or, are they truly innocent
And should have been aquitted

Only God, in Heaven knows
Being the final judge of all
When the dreadful day arrives
I pray His name, they will call

For on that day, if they ask
He'll be there without question
Forgiving and giving them peace and courage
As they are given the lethal injection


Copyright ©1998 Judith Johnson Kypta