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
So sorry for your family's loss. Your beautiful words certainly prompt us to seize the day.
ReplyDeleteDeath always seems to be a good reminder to 'carpe diem':)
DeleteThank-you Monica, for your condolences.