Home At Last
Entering into the longest line I had ever seen,
I tried to decipher what it all means.
To my left, there is a lake of fire.
To my right is what my heart desires.
Now it is my turn to be judged.
I know I will be sent to the promised land above.
As I greet my Father face to face,
I know I have fallen short of His Son and His grace.
I think about how great it is that I, a sinner,
Am now forgiven and become a winner.
The debt of the cross, I can never repay.
Regardless, I am allowed to enter His kingdom and stay.
And until this glorious day arrives,
To spread His word and gospel, I strive.
But, for now, I'll just have to wait
To enter through that golden gate.
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