In Love With The Lord

A Prayer for Judgment

God, I am extended and upon frail ties, dissolving on earth, but will be revived, I trust, in heaven. Provoked out of myself by troubles strange, many and strange that hang about my life. At the center of my being lodged my soul by resignation, to this unforgiving judgment, from my reflecting mind and sorrowing heart. Those simple lines flowed with an earnest wish, though but a doubting hope, for much that truth most urgently required have from a faltering pen been asked in vain: Why God do you hold me to my imperfect record? I have seen the light of love and everyday as I breathe the air I grieve that your hallowing powers are withheld as this clings to my memory, that never more shall hang upon my breath the last alternative of life, or my death. I feel like the love of my life is dieing. Surely I cannot survive this judgment.