I Was Forgotten

I was faithful, I was good.

Constant in prayer with my

Lord and Savior I knew

Without a doubt that I

Was safe in my Lord's arms.

But then that blessed day came.

The sky was bright and brilliant

Filled with my Lord's glory.

I watched in wonder as

Fellow believers in the Lord

Were lifted to the heavens

Till all but I were with my Lord.

The angels sang, the Lord spoke

And I was left in darkness.

I, a good and faithful believer,

Was forgotten by my loving Lord.

Surrounded by evil I was left

To perish on this God-forsaken land.


And then I awoke with a start.

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