excerps from a poem written by Edith Pence
In the night, I started walking
Down a dark and lonely path,
Others walked, but not beside me
I took my turn, it came at last.
I began to tell my story
Told of every righteous deed
Built my church and congregation
Lacked for nothing, had no need.
My accomplishments were many
All my life I've done my best
Then the Judge of all the ages said
Your deeds don't pass the test.
I saw the flames, I heard the groans
Familiar faces called my name
In my bed, I awoke, sat upright
I will never be the same.
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