The beginning of last day
Timeless.
Sunless.
Chaos in business.
Disorder in streets.
Children disappear from the bed sheets.
Mothers wail.
Fathers look pale.
If only they had more time to choose a different Life trail.
Coworkers, bosses, those in power, bumbs on the street,
All stand on the same concrete.
The rich man's money nor the poor man's pleas can delete
Their past decisions.
The wind stops.
Sights of fire encompass the tree tops.
Whoever has ears to hear,
let them hear.
Whoever has eyes to see,
close them and count to three.
Guns fire simultaneously in all directions.
At this point, God is not concerned with your so called perfections.
Everything you once were,
everyone you enticed with your so called wit
Don't matter;
not one bit.
For longer than forever,
You're now in the presence of the Father.
The angles sound the trumpets in one voice.
WIll you see that life is all about free choice?
Life will flash before your eyes.
It's you and the Almighty, unbounded by a guise.
Darkness will over burden you to kneel at the foot of the enemy.
Will you give in, or have an epiphany.
The Lord's faithful will never taste the sting of death when He arrives.
Will you be one of them, or will you live with your eyes.
No powers can separate you from God's face
once you run to safety on His home plate base.
All at once, a second chance
will be given once again.
One last chance,
that's all their is, not one more bargain.
And the darkness will not overcome it.
A new Earth; A new Heaven
will be avaiable to those who chose to recommit
their lives to the Lord, forgiven seventy times seven
Pardoned by Jesus, by mankind betrayed.
Timeless.
Sunless.
The earth will be remade.
Life is about free choice.
Will you follow your own voice?
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