(written at age 20)
I had a dream the other night
It was an awesome dreadful sight
I dreamt that I was standing there
With Christ my Savior in the air.
I looked at Him with glistening eyes
While waiting to receive a prize
For all the things I'd ever done
Since I, at last, had thought I'd won.
Oh yes, I too, had preached the Word
It was my calling from the Lord
I waved the banner of the cross
And tried to count all things but loss.
Then after telling all I'd done
I waited for His blest "Well Done!"
To see a smile from His face
Redeemed by His eternal grace!
"Speak now," My Lord, "I did my part
To do Your will with all my heart
I worked and labored every day
And tried my best to watch and pray!"
But then my Savior looked at me
With loving eyes so tenderly
As I fell down before His throne
As if just I were there alone!
A tear fell from His thorn-crown face
Revealing pride in my life's race
The lack of love for others shown
The souls I failed to lead toward Home.
I never learned the secret there
To fellowship with God in prayer
To let the Spirit's fullness dwell
With self control, abiding there.
The biggest downfall was that "I"
I never learned to yield and die
To my own selfish right of way
And let Him have His sovereign way.
He asked me for the precious "jewels"
That I had vowed to bring Him praise
But only stubble, wood and hay
Was all I brought to Him that Day!
"Oh blessed Lord, what Have I done
The race on earth in vain I've run?"
And so I stood with uncrowned head
And not a word to me was said.
Like rivers from a mighty stream
My tears fell down before His throne
But tenderly He wiped them all
And since that day not one did fall.
And soon my troubled heart awoke
And on my knees to Him I spoke.
"Hence forth, I yield myself to Thee
To reign as Lord, complete in me!"
"Lord, help me walk from day to day
In such a self forgetful way
That folks around might ever see
Your beauty, Lord, revealed in me."
And then when life on earth is o'er
And I shall finally reach that Shore
I'll hear "Well Done" from Your dear face
Transformed by Your redeeming grace."
B. Pent
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