Center-Stage

I am not one to enjoy being center-stage with everyone watching my performance. Yet one day, there will be One whom I will stand before on center-stage, and He will determine how well I have performed.

 Center Stage 

 The stage was set!

I had studied and lived the part,

But I began to fret,

For I had not gotten the script down to a fine art.

I was not ready, just yet,

But the stage was set.

The final act was about to start,

And I began to sweat.

This final scene, I had not rehearsed, 

And this was a first.

Taking pause,

I wondered if I would get applause,

Receive the words I wanted to hear,

Or get the cheer.

I was in fear

As I took my bow.

I so desired to hear the “Wow!”

Yet, 

There was reason to fret

Remembering the times I’d had to be corrected,

Never getting my act perfected. 

As the curtain fell,

My blood pumping through every cell,

I remained center-stage,

Listening for a response to gauge.

I had yet to hear the sound of clapping or of booing,

But I still had hope for the forgiving of my misdoing.

Would I hear, 

As the Director drew near,

Within my lingering hope, so fervent,

“Well-done, my servant?”

 

Mary Crisp Jameson 1/72025 

 

“His Lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou has been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.” Matthew 25:21 KJV.