Inspired in part by Ann Voskamp's gripping post yesterday...
There is a battle that exists twixt apathy and
righteousness
It is not fought with swords or fists but with response
to holiness
To disregard God may appear of little consequence, at
first
How subtle is the arsenal of disobedience, death-cursed
No red flags wave, no caution lights warn us of second thoughts to give
Oh, ye of woven dust to dust, dost thou not feel God’s
fingerprint
Oh we, students of lust or trust, do we not see time’s
meager stint
If God would part the veil to grant a breath-breadth-glimpse
above, beneath
How we would all grow deathly pale to witness weeping;gnashing teeth
How we would all then seek the Lord today, while He may yet be found
One glimpse of heaven’s rich reward would confirm This is
holy ground
And we would not despise the rod but beg to be tried
and refined
To keep us from being deceived by a buffet of blinded
sight
Rather, keened to eternity that lurks like a thief in the night
And not be seduced by displays of poisoned peaches,
honey-dipped
But prepare for that Certain Day when body from the Soul
is stripped
How thin the veil of skin that separates man from his
Maker, God
How unalterable The Choice when dust and ash succumbs to
sod
Wake up; wake up, all ye who slumber while the Groom is
drawing nigh
Then pray we ponder somberly the soul-goal we are
headed for
© Janet Martin
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