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Judgment Day
By Aurora Thompson
September 5, 2005

Judgment Day
I kneel before thee oh Lord,
As every knee shall bow.
My body shaking with denial,
Too late for repentance now.
My life lies exposed before me,
Every sin, every kind deed.
Sobbing with dread and worry,
Groveling on my face I plead!
A voice thunders,
Are you worthy of my call?
Why does He ask me, I wonder,
My face begins to pall.
Reflecting on my past life,
I hang my head in shame.
Past sins cut like a knife,
Too many to name.
No, Lord, I am not worthy,
Please have mercy on my soul!
Trembling with fear and anxiety,
My many virtues I extol.
My son, I have loved you,
And many times did mourn.
I extended my hand to you,
When you were lost and forlorn.
But continually you denied me,
And refused to repent.
The course I must take grieves me,
To hell you will be sent.
I see tears in His eyes,
As I hear those words I dread.
My fate comes as no surprise,
I love you echoes in my head!

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© 2005, Aurora Thompson

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Aurora Thompson pens her poetry from the hills of Missouri.