The Son knows not when it comes;

Some men wrongly preempt this day of reckoning;

Rulers fear the day that brings it;

The proud bask in its impending destruction to creation.

From ‘our’ day of togetherness in love, to my day before Him –

A long journey of climbing and falling, recognition and rejection.

Did I clothe the homeless, feed the hungry, visit prisoners in their confinement?

I clothed with lost esteem, fed hearts’ yearning, packed every void.

After all of the giving, I sought not for mine but

Your perfection in word and deed, only to be spurned.

What is your verdict to those that question You  

After a lifetime of obedient fear?