What will you do

When your race is through

And you’re nowhere near the finish line?

 

What will you do

When it doesn’t come true

And you leave your dreams behind?

 

What will you do

When folk look at you

As if you were an antique?

 

What will you do

When they laugh at you

And you’ve lost your old mystique?

 

What will you do

When He stands beside you

Without a single admonishment?

 

What will you do

When he makes all things new

To your utter astonishment?

 

Who will you be,

When you finally see

And not through a glass distorted?

 

Whose will you be

When your face to face

With a God who’s just as reported?

 

Sept. 2  2010

BW3