I am writing an introduction so that you will know a bit about the man behind the poem MERCY and what inspired me to write it.
    Let me begin by simply saying that before you can really get to know me, you must know my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for without him I am nothing. If you do not know him, it is my sincere prayer that you will in the very near future, for it is by his blood, his mercy and his love that I am able today to share with you what I have been blessed to write.
    I am now 47 years old. (11-15-2000) I am a high school drop out with a GED, which will become obvious to you as you see me stumble over matters of grammar.
    In a nutshell, the poem MERCY was written to convey to the world how great God's mercy for me is. I was an alcoholic, a drug addict, a member of two gangs, abusive in language and at times physically. I demolished every car I owned up until 1980 and spent time in 7 different jails in two states and the District Of Columbia, always due to being out of control while drinking and drugging. You will read a bit about that below and can learn much more by going to my TESTIMONY, TESTIMONY II, JESUS CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, and HOW THEY LEFT THE EARTH web pages and also reading an excerpt from what will one day, God willing, be my first book, WHO CARES. God, with his infinite mercy pulled me away from all of that and the last two lines of the poem MERCY let you know just where my heart resides today and that is what inspired the poem MERCY.
    I was born out of wedlock and raised in York, Pennsylvania. My father was married to another woman at the time I was conceived and my mother was considered retarded.
    I grew up very poor and with very low self esteem. By the time I was 11 I had already discovered that alcohol and drugs were quick fixes for my ego. By the time I was 15 I had become a member of a gang and at 15 was confined to a juvenile detention center where I spent the next 1 years.
    After being released from the center I quickly returned to my old ways and began dealing drugs in small quantities to pay for my drinking and drugging. My cousin, John Plath, had been dealing drugs since he was 12 and I followed on his coattails.
    John eventually ended up on death row in SC. It was from there that he sent me a Bible, (see bible), shortly after my 30th birthday. He also sent me a tape and told me that if I did not change I was going to end up dead or in prison also. I knew that was true.
    In 1980 after a night of heavy drinking I awoke on a Sunday morning and while flicking the channels on the TV to find an NFL pre game show I came across a minister and he was sharing that God could change my life.
    With his words ringing in my ears along with the words of my cousin who would one day be executed in SC, I fell to my knees and accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. It was another 6 years before I composed my first poem.
    To introduce my work to you I have chosen my poem “Mercy”, for God has been merciful to me beyond my wildest dreams. As you read the poem below, let God’s mercy and grace flow into your heart, then do the only thing you can do. Pass it on!