In The End

shoes tossed casually in a corner

the soles worn, torn, from a heart forlorn

walking in steps so slow and short

because of a life drowning in responsibility

to teach the word of God to a wordless throng

telling them how sinful, how needy they are

for the protection granted by their lord and saviour

to help them persevere in their weak moments

to be all they are meant to be in God’s eyes

heroes, no, evangelists, yes, to spread the good news

and uplift hearts that have burned

from the world spinning so fast they lost their breath

so now, the soul is tired, worn, sworn,

to go home with the lord in the end