I trembled standing before the judge
My crimes had caught me out ....
The court room was spacious, airy and bright
And there was something about the light ....
The one up before me had been let off
And the one before that too
I was hopeful the judge was lenient
I didn't know what to do ....
It was too late to show sorrow
The damage had been done
Remorseful, full of fear
What had brought me here?
I had broken the law
and must pay the price
Too soon it was my turn
Would I be forgiven or
would I burn?
The seat it was a Throne
for God's Glorious Son
Not confident in His Mercy
and I was not the only one ...
Jesus, Majestic, rose and spoke
"You are not forgiven ...."
- I shook with fright
"by what you do"
He continued
"You believed but were not certain,
I tell you true
My blood has saved you.
Behaviour does not condone
If you repent
and change your heart
Now before My Throne
I relent
and set you apart ...
Go with my sheep
To the right
Enter the Narrow Gate
Into Paradise ...."
Now I still trembled ...
but now I trembled with joy.
I had repented on earth
And this was enough
to win my salvation
Because of Jesus' birth
All around was love
which led to my eternal destination ...
Thank God!
© Mary A. Shovlin 25 August 2003