[Glenn Wright]

Four Last Things

The rain falls on us all, just and unjust,
those who sink in doubt and those who trust
in God, growing weeds of hate and seeds of love.
Soon Death will separate me, soul from dust.

Then will my Judgment come from Christ above.
There’s no deceiving Father, Son, and Dove.
The book of deeds I wrote on earth, each page,
will then be seen by all. Perhaps a shove

will send me plunging down—my well earned wage:
eternity spent in a mirrored cage,
cast into the jaws and guts of Hell,
devouring myself to the last age.

Perhaps the Father, knowing me so well,
will, in His mercy, free me from that cell,
guide me home to Heaven, where I will dwell
with Him, kept in His love’s protecting shell.
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Edits:
S1L2: on those who trust in faith or yield to lust. > who struggle to choose faith instead of lust. > those who sink in doubt and those who trust
S1L3: God’s fields grow weeds of hate and seeds of love. > in God, growing weeds of hate and seeds of love.
S3L4: devouring myself from age to age. > devouring myself to the last age.
S4L3: guide me home to Heaven, with Him to dwell, > guide me home to Heaven, where I will dwell
S4L4: and keep me in His love’s protecting shell. > with Him, kept in His love’s protecting shell.