When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder!
When the roll is called up yonder, how silent and still it will be, as the Father sits upon His throne,
selecting those for eternity.
The names will crack out like thunder, bringing the universe to its knees, the multitudes waiting and
watching, Lord when are you calling me?
And then the book is closed, a great silence falls upon the crowd, there are no words to change, what
the Lord has now spelled out.
We thought the Lord would see, only the goodness in our hearts, but He said I don't know you, from
Me now you must depart.
The silence is now gone forever, loud cries fill the air, the Father's light is disappearing, there
is no one left who even cares.
But this day is in the future, the Father's light is still here to guide, won't you take His hand forever,
so on that day there will be no reason to cry?
When the roll is called up yonder, how silent and still it will be, as the Father sits upon His throne,
selecting from sinners like you and me.
Author
Joe Sizemore
November 2002
Used with permission
