At the End of the Age

At the End of the Age

At the end of the age when

Baskets of apples are sorted through

One with the good ones will completely overflow

While the other one

will be see-through

Won’t we be surprised?

Won’t God get a good laugh?

When we find at

the last great harvest

That love includes

the wheat and the chaff

Don’t hang your head and cry

Everything will be all right

Let’s dare to dream that the end will bend to love ‘cause

Sunrise always follows midnight

At the end of the age

We think we’ll be on trial

Standing naked before

a jury of our foes

While they throw their rocks

with wicked smiles

What if when we close our eyes

And breathe our final sigh

We’re ushered in before the ones that we did wrong

And they welcome us with hugs and high-fives?

Can you resist the urge

To split the goats from sheep?

They’re all just skipping ‘round and crying out for love

And the shepherd wants them all to keep…

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