Our Very Death Depends On It

The Choice we make

And what’s at stake

Can steal one’s very breath away

This course we climb

On shores called Time

Leads to a deadline none can sway

Holy, the toll

Where seasons roll

Toward a Goal of soul and God

This day of grace

To human race

Is more than trifling traipse on sod

Consider this:

When what now is

Comes to the very end of it

Where will we be

Eternally?

Our very death depends on it

Thus Who we choose

Or else refuse

From He whose Son died, souls to save

Becomes the Door

To Evermore

Heaven or hell waits in each grave

© Janet Martin

 Anyone whose name was not found written 

in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire.

 Rev. 20:15

Please, please, (I beg you unashamedly)

if you are uncertain of where you are going after you die, 

or how to get to where you want to go when you die, listen to this message: 

your very death may depend on it!

More messages here

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: 

While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Rom.5:8

Poems like this are not written
because they are 'fun'
but because everyone
will meet
with The Choice we lay
before Jesus' feet

Excerpts from the Book A Man Called Peter

If you want to read the rest of it I strongly encourage buying the book available on Amazon.