Final Epilog

By Chris Commodore©2021

Wheel me out from this cold darkened room,
For one last whiff of glorious sunshine’s glow.
A final spell to shed the grip of doom,
Before I join that somber realm below.

And when I’m gone, boast not; you have not won.
My soul’s just loosed from this life’s brutal haze.
All fruitless toil and endless drudgery done,
Your seeming victory’s but a fleeting phase.

No more your brutal strangle hold to dread.
The cross has freed me from this eerie stage,
He’s promised me fixed time with God instead,
And crushed your tide of restless hellish rage.

From earth I’m gone, in heaven to reside.
There never more iniquity to face.
O glory be, secured near by His side,
Eternal love, abiding in his grace.

If you believe, you too will see his face.
A mustard seed of faith, one thing it takes.
Salt of the earth to guide this fallen race,
And stamp one’s claim to promised heavenly stakes.