MY FINAL TEARS

While waiting to die,

I live my life,

(I don't know why),

In wasted strife.

I'm called to serve,

But self I render,

too oft swerve;

Avoid surrender.

The day will come

And I'll be home,

Excuses dumb,

Before that tome.

Yes I'll be there

(Salvation's sure!),

For though not fair,

The cross; my cure.

Before His throne,

My life reviewed,

I'd be undone,

With so much spewed.

One thing I know:

But for His grace,

The tears that flow

Would stain my face..

No salted stripes

Will last or stay:

My Jesus wipes

Each tear away!