The Interviewer

I am in a simple room
With a single door
Wondering where I am
As I anxiously pace the floor

Then a voice comes
From the other room
Dispelling all my fears
Chasing away my gloom

Two men converse inside
Voices soft and low
I wonder "should I leave?"
But know I cannot go

The interviewer asks the man
What he knows of Christ
The man replies with confidence
Certain he has no vice

"He hailed from Nazareth
And taught in Galilee
His father was a carpenter
His disciples fished the sea"

"Yes that's very nice"
The interviewer had a smile
"But what else do you know?"
He asked, free of hate or guile

"Well he died for all the world"
he began, a bit unsure this time
"He taught with love, healed the sick
And even turned water into wine"

With a smile and a thanks
The interviewer stood
The man was right behind
Certain he'd done good

Then the man came out
And sat down in a chair
He fidgeted in his place
And nervously raked his hair

"Please come in"
The voice did call
Slowly I stood
Wishing I could stall

I entered with baited breath
The room was bright and clean
The interviewer was content
To let me survey the scene

Then I saw the interviewer
And kneeling with a cry
I couldn't believe what I could see
But knew it was no lie

The interviewer was the Lamb
My Savior, and my King
And even though I couldn't well
I yearned that I could sing

Will you know him when he calls
You to that Heavenly place
Is your relationship strong enough
That you'll recognize his face?