An Epic End Poem by Jessica Thomas

Spiraling into the darkness,
Oh your pain that ne’er was.

Condemnation – rapture—
Thy will must be done.

My inspiration – from hither spoke,
I pray to see,
Thy wrath isn’t meant for me.

I close my eyes to relax,
On the horizon – what do I see?
I glimpse – a home by the sea.

Behold – the voice of God,
“This house is yours, yet sin you loved.
All the blessings aren’t gifts from above.”
Jesus took my hand and said,
“Little one – you’re dead.”

Can it be? What do I see?
What beauty and indescribable scenes.
To reality I sank.
Is it really my time to go?

Have I fulfilled my destiny?
Will I, undeserving, really be?
Hearing this despair, he said.
“Your actions cannot save you,

But you put your faith in me.”
“Forever you will be my child.
All this beauty was paid in full,
So that all believers can be free.”