I woke in fright,
I found myself in such a plight.
Before me stood,
Thousands upon thousands,
Lined before a throne.
I asked the bloke before me,
What are we doing here?
He said, "I dunno mate,
I thought you'd tell me."
It seemed a racous,
Was raised up ahead,
Why it was a noise,
That would wake the dead.
Bright lights,
A footy night?
The noise sound right,
But, why the fright?
At last I came up close,
And saw, no, felt the host,
Why a loving bloke,
One you'd toast.
I did not understand,
Why still the fright?
And then I stood before Him,
Eyes fixed on mine.
What did you do with My Son?
Pardon? Who is He?
Jesus Christ, now, you do know Him!
Oh God says I, now I'm gonna die.
He was real, so kind, soo real,
Yet I never knew Him,
Unless, to swear Him,
And now I came, to dare Him.
I had cussed His name,
I had laughed at His face,
But now, I wished to change my place.
This was no pansy,
Muggins me, I was the tansy.
It was plain to see,
The door down there for me,
That led below, and not above,
This was where I'd go.
This was no horror movie,
This was no bad dream,
This was eternity,
There was no plea.
Forever and ever and ever,
In a fiery hell I'd spend my lot,
Away from that face,
So full, of amazing grace.
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