Command me, Lord—
Eternal, beating Heart of Heaven.
Will You grant me, O Ancient of Days,
That final rest beneath Your wings?

Let Your perpetual light fall on dust—
This frame of mine, frail and fading.
Zion, crowned and lifted high,
Shall tremble at Your coming glory.
And homage, Lord—yes, all homage—
Shall rise for You alone.

Before my breath knew Your Name,
You placed me among Your sheep.
Your right hand drew the line,
Separating me from goats.
Your voice declared,
"You hear all prayers."

What tongue could ever praise You rightly?
You search the heart—I leave it bare.
It prays in silence,
For You know the words before they rise.

O King of Glory, Jesus—
Christ, in You I trusted mercy.
All flesh shall stand before You
When the appointed time arrives.

Grant me, Lord, Your eternal rest
When the Great Trembling shakes the heavens.
Let Your unending light fall on me—
A sinner in need of grace.

When You descend from Your throne,
Will You look away from me?
In You, I am laid bare,
My shame like a crimson tide.

Will I too dissolve—
Ashes on the day of wrath?
How shall I answer
When the Lamb opens the Book?

Who will intercede?
Who shall speak for me?
Will I be found among the spared?
Will You remember the thief
And do the same for me?

Still—will You be
The Merciful Friend I once knew?
You bore the dust that belonged to me.
Not I, but You were raised on the Cross.
Not my blood—but Yours poured down.

So, Lord, I plead—
Let not such love be in vain.
Let not Your sacrifice
Fall empty at my feet.

Scripture References for further reflection:

Matt 11:28 & 25:32
Psalm 139:2 & Psalm 27:1
John 5:28-29
Malachi 3:2-3
Hebrews 12:2
Luke 23:42-43
Ephesians 1:7
Revelation 5:6