James 4:14
You
do not even know what will happen tomorrow!
What is your life?
You are a
mist that appears for a little while
and then vanishes.
The compensation of time’s toll is more than we can see
The culmination of a goal beyond dawn’s destiny
The clock beneath our skin is winding down with ev’ry
breath
And no one knows but He who put it there, how near is
death
Our numbered days are like a little haze upon earth’s
banks
Before we meet the Lord in horror’s tear or humble thanks
Salvation saves the soul; but first belief must break
doubt’s bars
The merit of The Whole is not some splash among the stars
Where fantasy unfolds whatever outcome we prefer
The Word of God is Truth; there is but One Deliverer
And someday ev’ry knee will bow and ev’ry tongue confess
That Jesus Christ is Lord of Lords, He is our Righteousness
The good we do we could not, save for He who loves us so
The curse of sin is not something that we imagine, no
Ignorance screams its nonsense while wisdom cries in the
streets
And keens sacred awareness for what ev’rybody meets
After this blip of Being that is but the trip toward
The Awesome, everlasting Supremacy of the Lord
This is no laughing matter, love; no matter what ‘they’
say
This life is like a little mist before it fades away
Then pray we do not underestimate Heaven or hell
Or the breadth of eternity that thought can never spell
The narrow way, the Only Way is fixed upon His Word
And does not lead astray the one whose hope is in the
Lord
The destination of the Soul is all that really counts
The window-dressings of this world may dazzle with fine
flounce
But there is not an ounce of worth in merchandised façade
This earth and all therein belongs to He who made it; God
Our basket of belongings that we prize with puffed out
chest
Cannot survive death’s chilling knife or cheer the grave’s
cold nest
The compensation of Time’s toll should wring our hearts
with prayer
The culmination of its goal unfolds more than thin air
And pinpoints the Sensation of Something for more than
this
That begs an explanation bigger than what mere man is
Where numbered days are winding down the clock beneath
our skin
Until the Sacred Soul-goal when Forever will begin
Objection cannot change God’s mind; He grants the right
to choose
Choice is the tie that binds mankind to consequence’s dues
Then, how can we escape if we refuse the love of He
Who made a way through death and hell for all humanity
…ere compensation of Time’s toll roars like a mighty
wave
As the force of eternity rolls across the grave
© Janet Martin
Inspired in part by our past Sunday morning message
(sorry about the static in some parts but still so worth the listen!)
