If time were slowed
or the earth stood still
Just long enough for me
to adjust a few inadequacies
and find a few neglected truths …
If we could know the day
or learn the hour
Just long enough so I could serve
some disregarded sister
or transform some character blemishes
into Christlike traits …
If only God would whisper
“My Son will return
on this day or that
and requests your attendance …”
(or even send an exquisitely ornate invitation
stamped Heaven)
Then maybe I’d be able to clear my mind of
impurities
and repent of unrighteous ways.
Then
I could be ready
when the Savior comes again.
Or,
after all my frenzied, careless preparation,
would I be worthy
to be in His presence?