Here is a poem I wrote...the fate of an unsaved soul is a terrible one...please repent and trust in Christ.
Through fading shadows, we live out our lives, this fleeting world and it's pleasures, flashes before our own eyes. In one split moment, the bell could ring, your times up, this is not a dream.
Now here you stand, before the Lord's throne, there is nothing to hide behind, not even a stone. All of His glory, shine's with brilliant light, you cannot comprehend it, it's blinding your sight.
You look down and away, trembling with fear and disbelief...you say,"The stories are true! Oh how my heart is filled with grief!"
"I require an account of all your life's days, your thoughts, your actions, your wicked and destructive ways." The Lord patiently waits for you to speak, there is nothing you could say, not even a squeek. You know you're condemned, your heart tells you so, where there is one witness, there is another who knows.
All ten commandments, you find that you've broken, because God is Just, He must pay you sins token. For that token is death and eternal fire...because you loved sin, it was your souls desire.
Wishing you had a second chance, you kneel and you cry, it was already given to you, before you had died. Not one chance, or two, or three or four, He showed you the truth, many times before. The Gospel was spoken to you, the story of God's love, but you rejected His Son, who paid sins penalty with His blood.
The Lord looks down from His throne, grievingly so, "Take him away, off to hell he must go." You look up at God, for one final plea, "Lord please send my loved ones a Saint, so they don't end up like me."
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