Today, I died,
My whole life, I lived in crime.
Another way, I did not know.
Nothing good, they did not teach me.
Good things; they did not talk to me.
To respect people, I did not learn,
I fight for the things of my concern.
I got nervous because nothing,
Because of useless things, I was fighting.
I had no fear.
I had nobody near.
I only wanted to win.
To share, I did not like,
But to steal, I liked it.
In this way, I always lived,
Because of a rich person, I seemed,
I had everything I wanted,
And nothing prevented me.
But someday, one thing happened,
I shot! And someone died.
I did not regret doing it,
I was willing to repeat it.
It was nice to see a horror face,
Hearing the pained scream was amazing.
That anesthetized me,
And encouraged me.
Courage has no limits,
Other crimes; I committed.
Some people tried to change me,
Saying that some Jesus could save me.
I thought, “Save of what?”
I have nothing to lose.
I made everything as I wanted,
In my life, I have not feared.
It seemed I lived my best time,
Much money and pleasure in my life.
But there is an end to everything.
And it was not different to me.
Someone shot me,
He put a bullet in my body.
My body was paralyzed.
Everything started to darken,
I could not see the light.
I should have accepted Christ.
So, this would not happen in my life.
Now, I am dead.
To hell, the devil led me.
This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume II.
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