Judgment Day
JUDGMENT DAY
Judgment Day came very soon.
The world lined up. There was no room.
The Mighty One in white and gold
spoke to a woman. She was old.
He said, My little one, enter in.
We all love you. We are your friends.
Many rewards I have for you.
To me, you always were so true.
Your life is now an open book
where all can come and carefully look.
Your tears lie wetting every page.
They mark the place where you did age.
No one will come to judge you now.
So stand up, child, and take your bow.
The little woman looked surprised.
And many a tear fell from her eyes.
For to her, her life was sinful and wrong.
But to God, her humility made her strong.
No one is perfect in this old world.
But I often think of that little girl.
The best is not good enough for God.
But the worst deserves not the Master's rod.
For mercy is better than all the fine gold
anyone can have or hold.
And kindness is worth all that life can bestow.
In Heaven, no kindnesses ever grow old.
I awoke from that dream, but I knew from the start
God only judges the intent of the Heart.
Janet Marie Bingham
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