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Let Me Get Home Before Dark

The righteous are as bold as a lion.  Proverbs 28:1

Philippians 3:10

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Let Me Get Home Before Dark

A prayer shared by Robertson McQuilkin
President Emeritus of Columbia International University


It's sundown, Lord. 
The shadows of my life stretch back 
    into the dimness of the years long spent. 
I fear not death, for that grim foe betrays himself at last, 
    thrusting me forever into life: 

Life with You, unsoiled and free.
But I do fear. 
I fear the Dark Spectre may come too soon 
    - or do I mean, too late? 
That I should end before I finish or 
    finish, but not well. 
That I should stain Your honor, shame Your name, 
    grieve Your loving heart. 

Few, they tell me, finish well . . . 
Lord, let me get home before dark.

The darkness of a spirit 
    grown mean and small, 
    fruit shriveled on the vine, 
    bitter to the taste of my companions, 
    burden to be borne by those brave few 
    who love me still. 
No, Lord.  Let the fruit grow lush and sweet, 
    A joy to all who taste; 
Spirit-sign of God at work, 
    stronger, fuller, brighter at the end. 
Lord, let me get home before dark.

The darkness of tattered gifts, 
    rust-locked, half-spent or ill-spent, 
A life that once was used of God 
    now set aside. 
Grief for glories gone or 
Fretting for a task God never gave. 
Mourning in the hollow chambers of memory, 
Gazing on the faded banners of victories long gone. 
Cannot I run well unto the end? 
Lord, let me get home before dark.

The outer me decays - 
    I do not fret or ask reprieve. 
The ebbing strength but weans me from mother earth 
    and grows me up for heaven. 
I do not cling to shadows cast by immortality. 
I do not patch the scaffold lent to build the real, eternal me. 
I do not clutch about me my cocoon, 
    vainly struggling to hold hostage 
    a free spirit pressing to be born.

But will I reach the gate 
    in lingering pain, body distorted, grotesque? 
Or will it be a mind 
    wandering untethered among light phantasies or grim terrors? 

Of Your grace, Father, I humbly ask. . . 
Let me get home before dark.

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