When I sat up suddenly,
I realized I was wrong.
And everything until recently–
Before, while being hazed and dark
And full of gloom and misery–
Was now a clean and lighted place
And something I could see.
Though tempered was my hope, though strong,
It took a quite enlightened spark
To move me back where I belonged;
To set aflame my helm and face.
Then, all my past beliefs were gone,
So providence became my call
And Truth became my song.
Once more, this life had left a mark.
Opinioned once, now shot from grace,
I plunged to ruin in my heart;
No further could one person fall.
I wavered in my desperate arc:
Back towards salvation could I aim,
Yet broken would I thus embark.
No longer could I, proud, abase
Those weaker, who still sin enthralled.
Beneath the crystal sun, I face
The judgment for my pride, the blame,
The endless list, which, while erased,
Cuts to the quick my boastful glare
And leaves the bitterest of tastes.
But on the golden heaven’s stair,
There I find the end of shame.
The King has taken each and all
Who finished last their lifelong race.
With jubilation, angels hark,
Rejoice the day awaited long
When sin admits defeat.
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