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May 23
Imagine standing there
Afraid and all alone
You can't phone a friend this time
No it looks like you're on your own

Two doors are in front of you
There's door one and door number two
Behind the first door you hear singing
In that Heavenly studio

The door next to it
Followed by a million different screams
Is that place of fire and brimstone
You hope you'll wake up from this dream

Between the two doors
The One with the shining light
And the other with
The excruciating reddened glow

Half a million things come to your mind
As you stand awaiting judgement
From the throne
For your soul

In the blink of an eye
A figure sits before you
And the impact
Causes you to hit your knees

Beside him on a table,
Sits a book wrapped in white
The one that keeps sccount
Of everything He's heard and seen.

To the right of him
Is a man wearing a crown and purple robes
Holding a ball in His hands we call the earth
But He holds it like a globe

You realize at this point
That it's none other
Than God the father
And God the son.

The one who knew you
Before you were born,
And He knows your sins
One by one.

Clearing His throat
And leaning towards you
You know this meeting
Has only just begun.

He says "I'll make this quick,
You've seen doors one and two.
But before I open either of them,
There's something I'll ask of you.

Do you deny the things
That you did on Earth?
Tell me, do you have
Any sort of excuse?

What can you possibly tell me
In your favor
Before I completely
Wash my hands of you?"

In that moment,
You feel ashamed.
He heare your thoughts,
And He sees your blame.

You remember all the stories
That you were told in Sunday school
About the man named Jesus
Who bled and died for you.

You don't realize it's a test
Or that the questions are rhetoric
So you sit there contemplating your answer
And slowly you start to panic.

Then you feel a different emotion.
One you haven't felt for the longest time
Something inside you almost glowing
That tells you you'll be fine.

You look up and you see God
Raising His brow from His seat.
You walk up to the throne
Filled with the holy spirit
"May I remind you that sin held me prisoner
But the blood of Jesus has set me free!"
Hank Love
Written by
Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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