In The End

In the end,

When we are given eyes of clear sight,

                                    We will be judged;

Not by some lofty God,

                                    By our own conscience.

Here, it may seem forgiveness 

is not close by,

            But she will come, 

                                   if she sees you crying,

             to dry your tears.

 

Hey, I have an idea, 

Why not cry now,

Cry hard,

Feel your soul shaking

                For all you’ve loved,

                                            and lost and harmed;             

Did you know, 

    you can dry these tears, 

                        with your own forgiveness?

But who would think that forgiving ourself,

                is harder than forgiving another!

To dry these tears, 

                    The sleeve of a robe filled with a broken heart

Seems to work best! 

Now, if you have consider all this,

I think you will find, that in the end    

            You will not be judged,

                     You will be loved.

  And love is stronger than death!