JUDGEMENT

Life is good, we drink our fill,
store our treasure, live our will.
Perfect body, perfect face,
moving with amazing grace.
Worshipping the winning team,
heroes on the pitch and screen.
Buy me, try me, tempt me, come,
to the pleasure house for fun.
Faster turns the carousel,
opening the door to hell.

Standing on a dirty street,
cold and wet with aching feet.
Repent the day draws ever near,
they laugh, he's sick and loudly jeer,
as they meet his silent stare,
suddenly, he isn't there.

Weary preacher walks the floor,
glancing through the open door,
praying for her swift release
from pain and pills, eternal peace.
Man of God he fought the fight
to bring the wayward to the light.
He takes her hand, a final prayer,
all that remains a bed and chair.

Heavy eyes and weary feet,
working hard his debts to meet.
Desperation, silent prayer
can hear me, do you care?
From an open bedroom door
small feet patter concrete floor,
a little child climbs on his knee,
a gentle kiss and they are free.

The hall was filled with every race,
raucous laughter filled the place.
Corruption, fraud and greed danced there,
lust and envy turned to stare.
On through the night they would drink and dine
at tables decked with food and wine.


Hurtling from a clear blue sky
in the blinking of an eye.
Judge, lawyer, banker, King,
tremble now as angels sing.
Whale and dolphin leap the space,
heralding His Holy face.
The day of man now undone,
as they behold the glorious Son.


Silent spinning sphere of grey,
shroud that cloaks your swift decay.
Below the mist a dark despair
they whispered in a final prayer.
The message they chose not to hear,
completed, ends their lives in fear
on JUDGEMENT DAY.


Talitha Hills
2003