An early light knifes through the dark
The air is still and calmly stark
A silence rises from the ground
One can’t discern a single sound.
Before the morning does begin
There is a chill that settles in
Starting at toes, it makes the trip
To limbs and then to fingertips !
How much longer must all await
To learn the judgement of our fate
In truth we know what we have got
God is the Judge, this is His shot !
Nay, do not flail against the darkness
That is a battle you cannot win
There’s but one way to beat its starkness
Just use a candle to bring light in !
Some place there is a winding stair
Where does it go I do not know
I’m only sure it will be there
When ’tis the time for each to go !
But what direction shall one take
For stairs descend or rise above
You have a choice, make no mistake
The coward’s safety or God’s love !
This heart of mine that has known fear
Is old and tired, pock-marked and sere
And has no time for words unclear
Or foolish thoughts too insincere !
The problem if one feels inclined
To make excuse for acts unkind
When rather is, it should not be
The power of God must flower free !
Scant time is left to make amends
To heal the wounds or curry friends
In days to come we must decide
Will we partake that final ride !
