A  PASTOR'S  NIGHTMARE

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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