~~ Final Act ~~




When the final act is over and the curtain slowly falls,
When I no longer live and another director calls,
I will have acted my last part in the play that we call life,
And march to the band of glory, led by a happy sounding fife.

The drums will roll a cadence as I climb that golden stair!
And at it s shining top I'll find God waiting for me there!
A stage will be set with angels and I won t be the star.
That role will be played by Jesus, as I watch from my place afar.

What a play I will witness of peace and love divine,
And know that all this wonderment will forever now be mine.
I won't miss playing the staring role nor the things I left behind,
For the final act will never come and eternal comfort I will find.

Leaving this earth will be sad for some but never sad for me,
I have a new life waiting and from my shackles I'll be free.
To loving arms I'll go and be held forever more,
When my ship to heaven docks, on it's peaceful shore.

© Norma Marek

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