Tonight I miss my college.
I miss my chapel pew.
I miss the quiet knowledge
That I'm alone with You.

I miss the hiding places
Along the stagnant creek,
Miss basking in Your graces
Alone at end of week.

I miss the walks at sundown
At night in early spring,
Miss praying through a rundown
Of life and everything.

I miss the empty aching giving way to silent trust.
I miss Your gentle breaking of my worries and my lust.
Oh Lord, I miss my college and the God who loved me there.
Oh Father, please acknowledge now the groaning of my prayer. 

Suppose, instead, when Christ returns
And every unbeliever burns,
He looks on me with loving eyes
And says, "Hey Andrew V.--Surprise!
I died for you. Your heart is free.
Now learn to fly and follow me!"

Well, that'll just feel real nice.

I'll probably giggle. 

Suppose I die and burn in Hell.
Who cares? My God does all things well.
He knows the heart and sees within
And judges every secret sin.

So if He finds me black as coal
When He surveys my wretched soul,
I'll shout, "I know! Praise God! I know!
Now crush me with your final blow!"

And if I face eternal fire,
So what? I'll have my chief desire:
That life is safe and all is right,
And God is unpolluted Light.