Nobody knows how long before
This Time we breathe becomes a door
To where we evermore will be
In a place called eternity
Nobody knows how long until
This block of tick and tock is still
And only what remains appears
Without clockwork of days-weeks-years
Nobody knows how long life’s place
Of hope, redeeming love and grace
Will wait before Death opes a Gate
Where calling then will be too late
Nobody knows how long will be
The vastness of eternity
But this we know; believed, denied
The promises of God abide
© Janet Martin
For there is no difference between Jew and Greek: The same Lord is Lord of all, and is rich to all who call on Him, for, “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” How
then can they call on the One they have not believed in? And how can
they believe in the One of whom they have not heard? And how can they
hear without someone to preach?…
Let us hold resolutely to the hope we confess, for He who promised is faithful. And let us consider how to spur one another on to love and good deeds. Let us not neglect meeting
together, as some have made a habit, but let us encourage one another,
and all the more as you see the Day approaching.
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