A Sinner's Dream

I awoke this morning
And looked all around;
Where once there was laughter,
I could not hear a sound.

Not a bird was singing
Or the sound of life;
The silence was thick
And cut like a knife.

I felt so alone
As never before,
As I got from my bed
And opened my door.

At last, I realized:
I noticed the signs.
Jesus was here;
I am left behind.

I fell to my knees
And cried out His name,
But my tears were useless
And all in vain.

My chances were over;
I waited too long.
What could I do?
Jesus was gone.

My soul is lost
Against my will.
I am lost in eternity
And headed for hell.

I hung my head
And cried in shame.
It is now too late,
And I am to blame.

"Dear Lord," I cried,
Then let out a scream.
I opened my eyes:
It was all a DREAM.

Tears trickled down
And covered my face.
I still had time
To be saved by grace.

I looked to Heaven
Then fell to the floor.
"Please, Lord, Forgive;
I will sin no more."

"Whatever time is left
I will spend it serving You,
And give You praise and glory
That's long been overdue."

© September 12, 1995
Written by Ann Hart
Newfoundland, Canada

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