Library of Limbo

Slipping into a reverie, I was somewhere else, Looking up, I saw only books on a shelf. Searching the corners deep in my soul, I found myself inside a “Library of Limbo.” Unanswered questions ran through my mind— Why was I here? What fate would I find? In haste, I picked the volume called “Life,” Heavy in hand, it trembled with strife. I opened its pages—stunned by what I saw: My actions, my words—all judged by God’s law. I closed it slowly and began to weep, Falling to my knees, sorrow running deep. Then a book marked Sin fell to the floor, Its log of darkness I couldn’t ignore. With trembling hands, I dared to look— And knew in my soul—I had part in that book. My heart felt tormented, aching within, I placed the book beside one labeled Repent. Drawn by longing, compelled by grace, I picked it up with reverent pace. Tears spilled down as I started to pray— Every sin I had ever known, now washed away. I bowed my head, “Lord, I have sinned, forgive me.” “I accept You with all of my soul and sincerity.” With urgency then, I reached for Saved, And read, “Through Christ, you are eternally claimed!” Another book tumbled gently to my lap—Heaven— Its card still good, its message a blessing given. “My child,” it read, “Heaven waits for you.” The joy I felt was holy, deep, and true. I woke from the library—dizzy, aglow— With peace in my heart, knowing where I’ll go.