When Time Ceases

When the time comes, we cease to see in fragmented
Pieces, the staggered recesses of our broken

Existence. But to see clearly, as in a mirror,
Through the clarity of a forever reality, the Truth

Speaking face to face with us, revealing secrets
And mysteries kept hidden from the foundation of creation!

How will I stand, given to preparation of that Day of Reckoning?
I am but a child, fed from the bread of my Father’s

Table, weaned from the sweet milk of spiritual immaturity,
Kept from the leaven of men. But who am I, but a child still,

Adorned in the robes of my Father’s house, contending
For my crown? Dare I ask to understand the severity of understanding

His Word, to suffer in the fullness of His suffering without fear
Of reproach of men, in fear and trembling of His promise

That to whom much is given, much is required? Is there a price
So great to pay that is greater than mine debt to Him?

But to hear those words! “Well done, wise and faithful servant!”
To be found feeding His flocks in His absence!

Is it not worth it? And what is my life to me but worthless!
Vanity of vanities! To strive against the tide of eternity, to fall

Aside to empty temptings of false comfort and security,
To fill my mind with idle thinking and my time with stagnant

Distractions! And what is the great deception of money
To elevate itself above the provision of my Father,

Claiming to set me free from worry and anxiety, but binding
Me to the cares of this world, slavery to a culture

That is fallen in its very nature, given of itself to the corrupt
Lusts of unchecked appetite and empty pleasures?

This is nothing more than the original rejection in the Garden,
And as for my part, I will have no part in this rebellion.

Lord, keep me in humility! Search my heart and refine me
In Your holy fire, that I may be found acceptable in Your sight!