writeoneleaf

When everything else has come to an end, there is one verdict made.

As I stand in the light, or is it the dark, what will I hear Him say?

I know of of His love, unconditional. I know of my debts paid.

But I’m scared that He’ll see me in all of my fear, and say, “Daughter, you knew of this day.”

And I won’t say a word, He’ll still know all my thoughts.

I will stand still as I think I should.

I know, no matter what, though I know I should not

I’ll be wondering, “So, God, bad or good?”