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The Library
 


I don't know how it happened,
There's no explanation;
It was to be a routine
Bypass operation.

But my heart couldn't take it;
I know the doctors tried
Desperately to bring me back
The moment that I died.

But I found myself floating,
Drifting farther away;
I would not have expected
My life to end this way.

I was drawn toward a light,
Gentle and exciting;
It's strangely familiar call
Was more than inviting.

But after I had entered,
I found myself alone.
In the most peculiar place
That I have ever known.

I was in a library,
It was dingy and cold;
Many books adorned the walls,
Some were new, others old.

The books were dedicated
To chapters from my life.
Each paragraph exposed me
And cut me like a knife.

There were volumes related
To selfish transgressions.
On these pages were printed
My darkest confessions.

Then I came across a book
That shared my righteous acts;
With only fifteen pages
Devoted to those facts.

I lowered my head in shame,
Then took a long, sad look.
In all of the library,
This was the smallest book.

Accounts of my trespasses
Were scattered all around;
And I wished I'd had a match,
To burn it to the ground.

This library distressed me,
And all the books within,
A convicting expose,
Of a life filled with sin!

I tried to find an exit,
A way out of this place,
But there was no escaping
The truth of my disgrace.

And that was when I saw Him,
Like a star burning bright;
I feared I might be blinded
By His angelic light.

He took a book from the shelf
And then started to read.
I asked Him not to view it,
Then I began to plead.

But He kept right on reading
Tears flowing from His eyes;
Until He'd read every book,
Then each one, He revised.

I watched Him remove my name,
Replace it with His own,
I said: Lord those are my sins,
The guilt is mine alone.

He said, 'This is why I died,
And why I had to live.
I will wipe away your guilt;
Your sins, I will forgive.'

Then He smiled and embraced me
And I knew it was true.
He said, 'Come and see the place
That I've prepared for you.'

By Mark_Spencer

© 2014 Mark_Spencer (All rights reserved)

 

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