My Judgment
The day had come
that one by one
the chaff fell from the wheat
On one side fright
the other delight
as we faced our judgment seat
Mother is here
and daughter is there
my family with me complete
But walking through
the wheat of few
your face I did not see.
Your words believed
that you'd received
the profession of faith declared
So among the wheat
where Christ did meet
I expected to find you there
Your voice was clear
but far, not near
as I turned to the chaff to see
With groans I heard
your condemning words
"Oh, why didn't you tell me?"
Copyright © Teresa Altman | Year Posted 2007
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