Faithful Servant

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

I’m guided to the brightest light,

From this earth we all must part.
I’m over-whelmed by beauty,
And met by patriarchs.

Abraham’s bosom, also known as paradise.
Welcomed by ole Abe himself, this is my after life.

Taken to a large white room,

A chair that faced twelve thrones.
I sit before twelve elders, in fear, I felt alone.

As one says you did this, I see it on a screen.
Another says and also, they show me many things.

I think of all the bad things,
So many things I’ve done.
In fear I start to tremble,
On a cross I see Gods Son.

Then I see a table, that’s there right next to me.
Some-ones placed a bloody lamb,
The elders fall to their knees.

Then I heard an echo, like the washing of the seas.
The elders start to tremble,
As I hear "This one belongs to me"

Then I’m taken to the throne,
In the presence of His Glory.
Jesus calls me the psalmist Roy,
For writing of Gods Glory.

I turn to see a multitude,
Of people that know my name.
They said they read the poems I wrote,
That confessed our Saviors name.

Jesus points to a street of gold,
As I wondered what this meant.
Then the words I long to hear,
Well done thou good and faithful servant.

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