Were I cast out to sea, adrift…in a small boat,
Floating…gliding up and down over diamond-head swells;
Bathing under a star soaked sky,
Will I be seen by God?
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Were I crawling, dirty…clothes worn ragged,
Parched…flesh burning, blistered and bleeding;
Boiled under a hellish sun,
Will I be saved by God?
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Were I bedridden, covered in sores…begging for death,
Terminal…no hope, living in utter despair;
A slave to this mortal body,
Will I be spared by God?
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Were I to pass…peacefully or in torment,
Eyes closed…draped in white as I was at birth;
No more a victim to my earthly form,
Will I be welcomed by God?
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For all the wrongs I’ve done, all the sins I have notched,
The list is long, written in stone, my autobiography;
My claim on humanity not unlike others,
Will I be forgiven by God?
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Will I be seen…
Will I be saved…
Will I be spared…
Will I be welcomed…
Will I be forgiven…
By God?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
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