Last Poem?

  

Will this be the last poem that you see?

How often that thought has come to me

When no ideas burn in my head

It comes with sorrow and a little dread.

For I know it won’t be that I am rushed

Or my arm is broken or my fingers crushed.

It will be because my mind is empty

No thoughts of God that I found tempting

Enough to sit and share my heart

As I ponder on Christ and do my part

To lift your eyes to the God above

Who gave up His Son to shed His blood.

I tried to show my human weakness

And how God forgave me in all His sweetness

How my humanity is just like yours

We could love Him together for we have just cause.

I always hoped that you would think on Him

And kneel to ask forgiveness of sins.

To know His angels watched over you

His Spirit guided and helped you through

I longed to know that you’d be in Heaven

And not in Hell for that I was dreading

I wanted the best for all of you

But I’m no preacher, that’s what I can’t do.

So if tomorrow I run out of time

Or my brain is empty and I can’t write a line

I’ll continue to pray for you seventy times seven

For I long to know you are coming to Heaven

I’ll wait at the gates to welcome you through

And you’ll take my hand as I hope you will do.

We’ll push through the crowds to the Saviour’s feet

And Jesus will smile and say “Isn’t that neat!

I’m so happy that you read the notes that I sent

From Wyn’s computer for her to ‘send’

For I longed to know you were coming to Heaven

So I left Wyn on earth till I knew you were ready."

Wyn Barratt  August 2012.