After Forgiveness

If I die tomorrow where shall I go?

Shall I flee to greener grass, below sun?

Shall soul be met along the river flow?

Where shall I go when life is truly done?

Blackened skies that churn, among raging flames?

Or streets of gold manned by a pearly gate?

I ponder for hours, one of the brains' games.

I lived my life of hate, chasing His bait.

Will I see the sweet glory of Heaven?

I cannont withstand Earth, Lord, come save me.

I have chased the holy dream since seven.

After time is done, I want my soul free.

I see white light. My body is risen.

Thank you, Lord. My sins have been forgiven.