The Final Curtain Call, a poem I wrote back in 2009

A poem that I wrote about eternity back in March 2009.


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The Final Curtain Call
You Must Stand on the Stage



"All the world dances on a stage"
Words, I read, but from who's page?

Perhaps it was Shakespeare,
Could his words to the ear ever been so clear?


Ever dodging the spot light,
Hiding, just beneath the curtains night.


Wishing all were well,
Fearing the time when it would be our turn to tell...


Tell all the world our debt it is paid.
From the shadows we fade.


Watching, wondering what the dancers say
Is it true? Is that the way?


Just off stage,
We see the masses, just off the page.



The audience is watching you and me.
Is this dance real? Or just another show to see?



Standing by the curtain we know
To the spot light we must go.


"For all the world's a stage"
The audience's is watching now as we turn the page.



Walking from the night.
Upon us falls the spot light,



All the world is a stage...
As the light shines someone turns the page.



Stand up tall
The audience needs us all...



Shine forth a light.
Hold it high, hold it tight.


"For all the world's a stage..."
"Christian", have you heard? ...Someone's about to turn the page.


Shine forth a light.
Directing the audience away from the coming night.



Remember "Christian" the spot light,
it shines on you this night.



Look all around you.
Have you been a witness for "Him" strong and true...



Stand up Tall..
Christian soldier, the world it has taken a fall.


All the world is but a stage...
Soon time will have lost this page...