I AWOKE THIS MORNING
AND LOOKED ALL AROUND;
WHERE ONCE THERE WAS LAUGHTER,
I COULD HEAR NOT A SOUND.
NOT A BIRD WAS SINGING
OR THE SOUND OF LIFE;
THE SILENCE WAS THICK
AND CUT LIKE A KNIFE.
I FELT SO ALONE
AS NEVER BEFORE,
AS I GOT FROM MY BED
AND OPENED MY DOOR.
AT LAST, I REALIZED:
I NOTICED THE SIGNS.
JESUS WAS HERE;
I AM LEFT BEHIND.
I FELL TO MY KNEES
AND CRIED OUT HIS NAME,
BUT MY TEARS WERE USELESS
AND ALL IN VAIN.
MY CHANCES WERE OVER;
I WAITED TO LONG.
WHAT COULD I DO?
JESUS WAS GONE.
MY SOUL IS LOST
AGAINST MY WILL.
I AM LOST IN ETERNITY
AND HEADED FOR HELL.
I HUNG MY HEAD
AND CRIED IN SHAME.
IT IS NOW TO LATE,
AND I AM TO BLAME.
DEAR LORD, I CRIED,
THEN LET OUT A SCREAM.
I OPENED MY EYES:
IT WAS ALL A DREAM.
TEARS TRICKLED DOWN
AND COVERED MY FACE.
I STILL HAD TIME
TO BE SAVED BY GRACE.
I LOOKED TO HEAVEN
THEN FELL TO THE FLOOR.
PLEASE, LORD, FORGIVE;
I WILL SIN NO MORE.
WHATEVER TIME IS LEFT
I WILL SPEND IT SERVING YOU,
AND GIVE YOU PRAISE AND GLORY
THATS LONG BEEN OVERDUE.
Written by Ann Hart
Copyright Sept. 12, 1995
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