The Last Act
Late it is, for the curtain now to rise
the script so smudged, the royalties long paid
the path meandering from light to shade
yet now I see wherein His Presence lies.
Now is the invitation! All at once the voice!
My hand in His, His Presence is for me
He is the One Who acts, we inward see
The loving One who gives the saving choice
The sacrifice, the going to the cross -
He leads me gently on that holy way.
We walk together now, this very day
and bit by bit, no longer count the cost.
You see it is, at last, the real start
As if, before, I never had a heart.