Regret
Standing in awe at the Judgment throne
I thought back on the past–spent years
Standing in awe at the Judgment throne
I thought back on the past spent years
I encountered my youthful mischievous friends
And the others who’d been very dear
Then suddenly a force gripped my heart
And I cried out in anguished moan
As I turned around and searched among crowds
For those precious friends my own
Oh how far the distant parted them
Forlorn and lost they were
For they stood in the group that God had damned
I saw them through tear stained blur
I looked at my hands ‘that were
stained with their blood’
And remembered the searching souls
Those friends of mine who knew not the way
The emptiness yearn for console
Then their eyes were fixed on me
Each of them filled with despair
I saw each heart accusing me
And regret welled to great to bare
I stood among the blessed group
Yes Heaven my home would be
But for time without end in the depth of hell
Their lot for eternity!
Jenny Daniel