Your Eternal Day

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Your Eternal Day
By Arley Steinhour 071815

I see all I've worked for, all my life,
Reduced to rubble, and Civil strife,
I need to know, did I do it in error,
Or was I a pawn, fighting Holy Terror.

I do repent my wayward ways,
In my youth, of so many days,
Asking forgiveness does not fill,
The emptiness felt in this life-story swill.

You promised to redeem my wayward ways,
That with you I'd live through my immortal days,
Yet, here I stand, Justified, and Redeemed,
Feeling the sorrow, for them, not yet esteemed.

The pain fills my heart, so full, unto death,
I hardly can take life, another breath,
Brothers and sisters, like what I say,
Yet, they don't share, to further your way.

If only another heart could be open,
Then, maybe, my Praise would be some holpen,
They don't realize that we're seconds away,
From Your calling us Home, for the Eternal Day.

AMEN