Maybe Your Last Chance
Written within the world’s
Greatest Book
Are words of Life & Glory
Everyone should take a
Good hard long look
Read of the complete &
Honest truth of Man’s story
Words that explain our Existence
But unfortunately
There is a dark side to
All of this light
Because try as hard as
We can with all of our might
Never can we save ourselves
We are not capable of
Pulling ourselves out
Of our depravity
We cannot be our own god
If that is the role you seek
For that designation
We are much, much too weak
It took God’s own act of kindness
To pull us out of all the darkness
From a golden throne of glory
Christ died alone in agony, sweat & blood
To change the outcome of our eternal story
So today while you can take
One more breath
& your heart still beats
Do not let your ancient enemy
Steal, defeat or cheat
You out of your one last chance
While for you it is still Today
Begin a complete fresh new start
This Moment give Him your whole heart
None of us knows how many more
Of our heart beats are left
Death awaits at every step
& after that,
THERE ARE NO MORE SECOND CHANCES
THERE WILL BE NO BACKWARD GLANCES
In A Crowd
Must I shout out loud
In the middle of this
Moving, teeming crowd
If so,
Then here goes
The main message:
God Loves You
Repent
For the Kingdom of God
Is At Hand Today!!
He is so at hand
That even now He stands
At God’s right shoulder
Just waiting
Now is our time to be bolder
As His great time approaches!
It encroaches
Upon all of human history
For it truly is the world’s
Greatest story
To gather us all back home
But unfortunately,
There are the some
Probably very many
That will refuse to listen
So among those to be saved
There will be great attrition
But today is also our day
Still are many to be saved
So use your voice, believers
Do not be silent any more
For this is our glory,
This job, this chore
To bring more back home,
So they too may also be the achievers
In God’s Love-Filled Paradise!!!
To the Core
Muddied, bruised,
Now rotted to the core
To renew, revive, re-create
This shell’s old life
Truly for us is an impossible chore
It would take a Miracle
Needed is more power
Than mere humans possess
Only hands with greatest strength to bless
Can raise from the dead
Words more powerful than mine
Would surely have to be said
Only God can revive from
From death’s deepest sleep
All and any forms of life
This earth may hold or keep
With Loves’ greatest power
Purest eternity’s showers
And our abiding Faith
No longer will death ever again
Be able to cause anyone to weep!
A Potter’s Clay
Once soft & compliant
Lying now
Resistant, hard
On a cold, sterile ground
in broken shards
pieces of shattered
clay, damaged jars
Then comes those Potter’s Hands
Warm & ready
Full of good plans
They reach out to lift
And return to brokenness
The challenging gift
Of to serve a purpose
Adding water to soften
A dried-out skin
Once more He slowly
begins to win
A softened compliance
Using His own Strength & Will
Slowly is He able to fill
Restore to a fresh new life
Each worn out, damaged pot
From the roughened, sharp edges
He may receive bruises, a few cuts
Lose some drops of blood
But in the midst of His pain
Will come forth a deeper flood
Of love, mercy, compassion
For the brokenness He repairs
So now with newly scarred hands
He removes a crusty dirt’s thick layers
Revealing at last a clean new creation
Returning to it an original beauty
& of its dark uselessness, an ablation!
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