I don’t know how it happened, there’s no explanation.
It was to be a routine bypass operation.

But my heart couldn’t take it, I know the doctors tried
Desperately to bring me back the moment that I died.

But I found myself floating, drifting farther away,
Wondering why my life would have to end this way.

I was drawn toward a light, warm and exciting.
And its familiar call was more than inviting.

But after I entered, I found myself alone.
Twas the strangest experience I had ever known.

I was standing in a library, dark and cold.
Many books adorned the walls, some new and some old.

But each of these books contained chapters from my life.
Deeds and thoughts that exposed me and cut me like a knife.

There were volumes dedicated to my transgressions.
Printed for all to read were my darkest confessions.

And then I found a book that shared my righteous acts.
With just fifteen pages dedicated to those facts.

I bowed my head in shame as I took a long, sad look,
In all of the library, this was the smallest book.

While seeing tales of my trespasses scattered all around,
I wished I’d had a match so I could burn it to the ground.

This library distressed me, much to my own chagrin.
It was a testament to a life consumed by sin!

I began to search for an exit from this place.
In hopes of escaping from the truth of my disgrace.

And that’s when I saw Him, like a star burning bright,
I feared I’d be blinded by such a radiant light.

He took a book from the shelf and then started to read.
I asked Him not to view it, then I began to plead.

But He kept right on reading as tears fell from His eyes,
Until He’d read every book, then each one He did revise.

He removed, from them, my name, replaced it with His own,
I said, Lord those are my sins, the guilt is mine alone.

He said, “This is what I died for, why I had to live.
To wipe away your guilt, so your sins We may forgive.”

And then He embraced me and I knew it all was true.
He said, “Come and see the place that I’ve prepared for you.”

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