The Song

 

The sky was dim and getting dark.  I couldn’t see through my tears.

            Who was this man they taught about when I didn’t want to hear?

Why had the words seemed so very real?  I’d heard them all before.

            So many questions to be asked, yet I had shut the door.

Now I am here, all alone.  Was this how it would end?

            Maybe I should let Him in and allow my heart to bend.

But then what would my life be like, and what would my friends think?

            When I have always been so strong, could I let them see me so weak?

My family, they would call me a fool; although they’ve done it before,

            I’m not sure I could take it this time.  It would hurt so much more.

 

As I was walking, I pondered these thoughts, then everything became light.

            I stood in awe, just stopping there, for it suddenly became so bright.

Then a noise, like a triumphant sound, came as music filled the air.

            The clouds opened to a beautiful sight, a man so perfectly fair.

His arms held out, hands open wide, I could still see the deep scars;

            His face so gentle with loving care; His eyes shining like the stars.

All around Him, angel’s danced.  They sang glory to His name.

            Holy!  Holy, Lord God Almighty!  Glory, to His name.

 

The excitement was overwhelming.  With my mouth hung gaping wide,

            Realization quickly hit me, and I know the reason He’d died.

Suddenly, I heard myself screaming out with fear:

            “Lord, please take me with you!  I don’t want to stay here!”

My heart quenched up inside me, for instantly I knew.

            The look that he had given me was not so very new.

He had given it to many, and now it was my turn.

            I saw him shed a tear, and my heart began to burn.

I was not going with Him.  My eyes burned with tears.

            I cried for every beautiful moment I’d wasted through the years.

 

I looked at Jesus, with hope in my heart.  Maybe just one more chance.

            ‘Just a little more time’ I silently begged.  He gave me a hurting glance.

He said, “My child, you’ve waited too long.”  His voice was like a song.

            How I wish the words to that song hadn’t hit my soul so strong.

Soon He left, leaving me behind.  The glorious music remained;

            Growing more and more faint until it was gone.  The sky became grey stained.

What was I now to do?  I had waited too long.

            My head sank as I headed home, remembering the song.