Monday, October 31, 2016

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.

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.


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.

4 comments:

  1. Thanks for this beautiful post ♥

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  2. Summer, thank-you for your kind words.

    This was not an easy one, but the speaker, at the end of the message I linked to, shared a little story where someone on death row, as he listened to the clergy-man's last readings asked if he really believes what he is reading and the man said 'yes'. Then,replied the convict, if I believed what you say you believe I would be crawling over broken glass to the far corners of the earth to tell it!

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  3. Powerful, Janet. Well said brave friend. We should hear this often. Your photos are incredible!

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    1. Super-sobering stuff, but Hell is avoidable through Jesus' forgiveness and love! Hallelujah!

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