AN: This poem is something I wrote a while ago. That Sunday, my pastor started his sermon out like this: “You wake up one morning and you get a phone call. It’s your best friend’s parents. They tell you that your friend has been in a car accident and that she might not make it. This hits you hard as you hang up, but on the way to the hospital, you realize that your friend is not a believer. You’ve had several times to tell your friend about God’s love, but never really had enough courage to approach them about it. And the next week, at your best friend’s service, you stand crying and blaming yourself. Do you have enough courage to spread God’s word now?”

Remembering my best friend and putting myself in that position… therefore, this poem…

Will You Be Waiting There?

I had so many chances

To express just how I felt

It hurt when I was silent

Less than the blow this dealt

Now you’re gone forever

The guilt won’t stop flowing

To know that you may have died

Without ever knowing…

That I love you

Still love you now

I still have had

A hope somehow

That you would know

Without me telling

Of God’s love for you

That knows no quelling

See, there’s no more chances

To tell you of my love

Because now you’ve passed away

Down below or up above?

Now I fold my hands

In thoughtful, tearful prayer

When I get to heaven, now

Will you be waiting there?