The Bema Seat of Christ
by Russell Kelfer
(Click the Play button to hear Russell read the poem)
The Festival’s beginning,
The hour is at hand,
And a hush that stills a whisper,
Has settled on the land.
It’s time for rewards,
and the crowd has gathered near.
The Master’s approaching,
But there’s no sign of fear.
For ’tis not a time of judgement,
(Our judgement time is past,)
And the Master has come this time
to reveal what works will last.
Lo, He comes – what blinding glory!
The glow of His attire
Seems to light up all of Heaven
Like a blazing, searing fire.
“What is happening?” we wonder,
for as He passes through,
we can feel a Holy Power,
and our lives are passed in view.
And the glory of His Presence
Like a flaming fire turned loose,
Now consumes the things in our lives
That He did not produce.
And as He passes by us,
Lo, we see the ashes gone;
And the things that still remain
Are things that He Himself has done.
Oh, the glory of those things He did!
They shine like jewels rare.
And they sparkle in His presence,
And reflect that He is there!
And like crowns of righteous royalty,
They glisten in the light,
And the only thing reflected
Is the Master’s face in sight.
Overwhelmed by all His love,
We approach His Bema Seat.
And without a word, we cast the jewels
In worship at His feet.
Oh, what joy; none can describe it!
As we worship Him in song.
As we sing, “Hosannah! Praise Him!”
At His feet where we belong.
Those who let Him rule and reign in life
Find Heaven now complete,
For the things He did have now become
Rare jewels at His feet.
And we can but kneel before Him,
For His loving eyes to see.
The rewards He gives belong to Him –
For all eternity!
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