There once lived a man who was heedless
of care,
The world was his oyster. With money
to spare
He had all that he needed. With
everything bright,
He laughed when I said there would
one day be Night.
That man heeded nothing! His whole
world was stayed
On the things that he'd gathered.
The plans he had made
Came true. He had power and a bright
agile mind
That brought him the joys that so
very few find.
I told him of Christ, how He'd died
on the tree
To ransom the souls of such people
as me
And he laughed, and he said that
God didn't ask him
If he wanted a Saviour to die for
his sin.
'Not my fault' he said 'if the Lord
God did die,
No..God understands me, don't fret,
I'll get by.
There's plenty of time and God won't
turn me down
He's gracious your Saviour. He'll
still be around.
So, Midnight is coming when I'll
need God's Son,
Does it matter what time I accept
what He's done?
If it's even Eleven..there's still
time to spare,
There's no cause for worry. Someday..I'll
get there.'
The Eleventh Hour seemed such a long
way away,
Though he said 'when that comes,
I will seek God and pray'
It is really the reason for him
I have cried,
For that hour never came!
AT 10.30 HE DIED!
Annette Keeble Martens.
© 2009 Annette Keeble
Martens
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