"What will you do when you come to die, <br />If all your life long you have rejected Jesus, <br />And know as you lie there, He is not your friend?" <br />Over and over I said, I, the revivalist. <br />Ah, yes! but there are friends and friends. <br />And blessed are you, say I, who know all now, <br />You who have lost, ere you pass, <br />A father or mother, or old grandfather or mother <br />Some beautiful soul that lived life strongly, <br />And knew you all through, and loved you ever, <br />Who would not fail to speak for you, <br />And give God an intimate view of your soul, <br />As only one of your flesh could do it. <br />That is the hand your hand will reach for, <br />To lead you along the corridor <br />To the court where you are a stranger!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/le-roy-goldman/
