How will I appear when before the Creator
I stand and He calls me forth
to bear testimony of His shattered world,
when every thought, every single deed
and everything that I have spoken,
have written, stand as evidence against me?
Will He look at me in all my transparency
and see the blood of His Son
or will every sin, every vile deed
bear witness of my severe iniquity?
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