Someday, Dearly Beloved

Thursday, Friday and Saturday were spent scrubbing and painting

the house our son bought and moved into on Saturday.

At first, the key he gave me, no matter how hard I tried did not work.

I was on my way back home when he called again and said, 'try the back door.

It's got to work in one of the doors!!'

 It did. In the back door...the first time I tried for some reason it didn't.

Then, finally the deadbolt gave way and I stepped over the threshold...

into his house. ..

where the first order of business was to cover the pinky-red paint in the kitchen! 

The key episode evoked a picture 

of a deadbolt in all of us 

that with our last breath will release

as we step through a door,

 over a threshold...

into eternity!

Our first 'order of business' will be meeting our Creator 

who loved us so much He gave His only begotten Son

to pay our way into Heaven, to break sin's curse through

His death and resurrection!

Salvation through Jesus is the only key that will unlock Heaven's Door!

Do you believe this?

Are you ready if the inner deadbolt releases today?

John 10:1-10

Then Jesus said to them again, “Most assuredly, I say to you, 

I am the door of the sheep. 

8 All who ever came [a]before Me are thieves and robbers,

 but the sheep did not hear them. 

9 I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, 

and will go in and out and find pasture.

10 The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.

 I have come that they may have life, 

and that they may have it more abundantly.

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Someday, dearly beloved, the chimes of Time will cease

Its clime of hope and grace will fall like a leaf from a tree

The deadbolt that holds earth’s exodus at bay will release

As the soul sheds its cloak of dust for all eternity

What serious business this; the trek from here to There

What sacred undertaking is the living of today

Far more than what we eat and where we go and what we wear

But rather who we fear and worship, honour and obey

Someday, dearly beloved, the fight of faith will end

And nothing will take precedence before the throne of He

Who on the clouds of heaven in great glory will descend

And the whole world will mourn as we behold His majesty

No shadow of a doubt survives His countenance

The Word from the beginning, through whom everything was made

Will still the chimes of Time; only the gift salvation grants

Will conquer death and hell; eternal life is no charade

What serious business this; the choosing of our Lord/lord

Heaven or hell, no in-between, hangs in the balance, oh

Someday, dearly beloved, Choice will receive its just reward

Of either everlasting joy or everlasting woe

Someday, dearly beloved, Today will disappear

  And all that matters then are riches money cannot buy 

The wealth of this world, fickle, like the trickle of a tear 

 Just things that thieves break in and steal, and greed's slaves justify 

Someday, dearly beloved, the chimes of Time will cease

Its clime of hope and grace will fall like a leaf from a tree

The deadbolt that held earth’s exodus at bay will release

As the soul sheds its cloak of dust for all eternity

© Janet Martin