Becoming transparent, a virtue to behold...
 However, some virtues are ruined by neglect; they've been sold...
 Tangled in pride, vanity, self worth...
 Virtue no longer a value, valueless; no girth...
 Oh, please be aware of who knows every thought...
 There won't be one word, that won't be brought...
 To the Judgement seat of Christ, whose without blemish, or spot...
 There we can't change what we've said, not one blot...
 Prepare, be clear, no begging, no change of heart...
 Can compensate, what Jesus our friend, hasn't forgot...
 Don't wait, don't delay, stay conscious of sin...
 If it gets in, confess it, destroy it before your end...
 Then on your day, before the Lord...
 With sweet bliss, and lament...
 Will be blissful, not torment...
 He says there will be a refinery stage...
 Accept his blood, new shield; facade...
 Where " He " separates the gold from the dross...
 " He's " saying now, "Prepare the lot", accept the Lord Jesus Christ, His cross...
 The court, the ball, the Father of us all...
 Only fools rush in, where Angel's fear to fall...
 The Blood from His sacrifice, his Body our bread...
 May Jesus stay upon my lips, from and by the blood that He shed...
 To mark my words, thoughts, the times that I fled...
 So, purge me in your hyssop Lord, this lamb will surely follow...
 I wait patiently oh Lord, for you are not shallow...
 
 Rhonda Killian 
 June 23, 2020