In whispered words of aging time,
The question asked in word or rhyme.
“I have lived my life and rightly given
Where my Lord is this place called heaven?”
No answer on this wilting bed.
In sorrow I must shake my head.
For I alone cannot decide my fate,
I fear for heaven I am too late.
My heart cries out in agonizing sorrow.
“Have mercy Lord until tomorrow.
I promise I will make do my best
I know that then I will pass the test.”
Silence echoes back my cries.
Tears form and weep from my eyes.
I fear that I have failed my task.
One more chance is all that I ask.
Whispered words brush my ear.
“Child of mine do not despair!”
“There is no reason for you to grieve.
All that I asked was that you believed.”
“I believe!” I cry with all my might.
“In the one who died and gave me the right
For a life and love that’s everlasting
In this wondrous place called heaven.”
I see the cross shining bright,
Surrounded by heaven’s glorious light.
The angels are singing in sweet harmony.
Heaven’s door beckons me.
I cry “My Lord, take me away
To this beautiful everlasting place!
I wait to take your loving hand
And walk with you in heaven’s land!”
“My child it is not yet time for you.”
“There is still more work for you to do.”
These whispered words soothe my saddened heart.
“But soon my child we will not part.”
I wake in morning’s beginning light.
My fear is gone, my future bright.
For I know that for me his life was given.
And soon, I will see this place called heaven.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.–JOHN 3:16