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
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