No Laughing Matter, Love

Some prayers we pray, and pray and pray

We wait and wait and wait

In hopes that ‘They’ will find The Way

Before it is too late

Sometimes we groan beneath a weight of discouragement. 

What we long for (most importantly the soul’s salvation for those who either do not know

 or do not care and because of the eternal impact of this decision) 

...can drive us to our knees in desperate prayer as we plead to faithful God.

Time’s fine line fixed twixt heaven and hell

Is like a thread hinged to a bell

It tolls with each inhale-exhale

Until God rolls back that last Veil

Where Faith’s object we heard about

Will banish any trace of doubt

…then pray we all, aged or youth

Will follow Him, The Way, The Truth,

The Life when this small life is done

Where Life’s Whole Point has just begun

When grace has sealed its guarantee

Heaven or hell’s eternity

This is no laughing matter, love

Time is more than a tattered glove

To cradle ash of love and lust

As we exit its dash of dust

It is the place of grace where we

Choose soul’s eternal destiny

© Janet Martin

 Proverbs 14:12
There is a way which seems right to a man, 

But its end is the way of death.