Pretend you had a short time

Only a breath left here on earth…

How would your final hours be spent

Would you wish to be rebirthed?

The memories would linger long

As your life was just a vapour;

The vanity and pleasures spent

Like ink erased from paper.

Your thoughts were incorruptible

As you relied on your own strength;

The material gain which ruled your life

Your days it cut at length.

Your soul was crying out for truth

As your busy days increased;

Your life came with a warranty

As your days on earth were leased.

And now you finally realised

That your life was never yours,

As the spirit of deception

Had opened the wrong doors.

And left your life in misery

As true peace was far away;

You searched for treasure on this earth

And forgot to kneel and pray.

But in your final waking hours

God gently whispers in your heart,

And is making one soft final plea

Your soul to be set apart.

To forget the nature of this world

And the sin which governs it;

To commit your life to Jesus Christ

As the jigsaw pieces fit.

So when the final breath arrives

In your heart and soul you’re sure…

That heaven’s gate awaits your name

In eternity forevermore.

(C) P.B. 2002

“As he came from his mother’s womb, naked shall he return, to go as he came; And he shall take nothing from his labor which he may carry away in his hand.”  Ecclesiastes 5:15