was a sunny day in June, a routine afternoon
work was done, my timecard punched, I knew I'd be home soon
day's events, and those to come, consumed my tiring mind
still had chores, meatloaf to cook, and a lost earring to find.
finally neared my exit, and merged two lanes to the right
in my rear-view mirror I glimpsed a brilliant light
sound I've never heard before blocked all other noises out
was no question; it was a voice.... a very distinct shout.
felt a sudden panic, then a sense of impending doom
knew just what had happened; and it wasn't a sonic boom
mind was trying to wrap around the grim reality
Jesus had come back like He said, but didn't come for me.
intellect and logic tried to reason it all away
can't be true; surely He wouldn't come this very day!"
never felt so helpless, so hopeless and afraid
now was futile; I knew my bed was made.
of my precious children ran through my panicked mind
was it they tried telling me about being left behind?"
around the empty cars; I just had to hurry home
my heart told me the painful truth; that I'd be there all alone.
finally made it, jumped from the car, and rushed to my
eerie silence confirmed it; nothing mattered anymore
chores, the meatloaf, the earring; were no longer in my head
of my fate consumed me; I sooo wished that I were dead.
sure you get my message; this poem is just to make you
of these things really happened; but it is still no waste of ink
one day soon our Lord will come; He's at the door as this
Him for your redemption before you see that