Beneath the clouded starry deck, my eyes I upward cast.
Oh Lord! My GOD in heaven! Your creation is so vast.
Upon Your sacred name I call with my dying gasp.
The working tools of life now drop from a nerveless grasp.
Guided by Your trestle board, I crossed life’s checkered floor.
All temporal work completed, I knock upon Your door.
This trembling soul advances before the Great White Throne,
Clothed in lambskin apron white I stand there all alone.
From my broken column spills the archives of my life.
There is found each secret thought, each joy, each care, each strife.
To You my life's an open book. To You my works are slight.
In You I put my trust Great Judge, Your justice I invite.
In Judgment’s Porch as I now wait and there most humbly bow.
My joy comes with the welcome words, “Good Servant Enter Thou.”
by David R. Ellis, PM
