The Call of God

From ports beyond the human eye

Blazons a solemn clarion cry

Unveiling scenes ‘neath eyelids closed

Life’s greatest mystery exposed

When that which everyone shall hear

In grand pronouncement will appear

Who can the voice of God eschew?

Tell me, who gathers up the dew?

Rain falls and none can harness it

God calls and none can suppress it

And should day pass with call unmet?

Our charge on earth is not done yet

Truth remains truth; no argument

Can Destiny or God pre-empt

No oath can annul or abort

The promises of Christ the Lord

He holds the scepter in His gaze

Of dust to dust and numbered days

Then let us while Time lends its grace

The truth and love of God embrace

For someday we will all appear

Before the Voice that all will hear

From ports beyond the human eye

Withholding yet, death’s clarion cry

© Janet Martin

We spent most of the day at my husband's uncle's(also my sister's father-in-law)'s funeral today...

He was in his 89th year, remembered and mourned with joy and sorrow. 

The message was one of comfort and admonishment to all who have not heard God's call, 

to make our moments matter and be ready when the call comes because one thing for sure and certain is...it will! 

 We must all die; we are like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again.

2 Sam. 14:14