Never too late ... till

Micah 3:4 

⁴ Someday these sinners will cry to the Lord for help,
but he will not answer them.
He will hide his face from them at that time,
because they have done such wicked deeds.”

Never too late

Here you are out of sight hidden within yourself

Depressed I know, tired of life and what you have sown

Now reaping uncertainty that throws you off balance

You can’t believe for your flesh is on the throne

You can’t remember where it started so long ago

Once you were young in heart, whatever happened?

How is it possible that life like a house of cards?

Can implode in it-self because you found yourself napping

It was not supposed to go this way, just compromised little

Just a little streak of grey smeared on a surface pure white

But now it’s ever growing with no way of slowing down

This appetite for sinfulness choosing self instead of right

It started so long ago maybe in the Garden

I was there and so were you hidden in our parents

Understanding full well the desires that beguiled us

And there no excuse at all and this is so apparent

Whosoever made me do it, won’t help much

When judgment appears at the door it won’t softly knock

There will be no excuses or pleas like:”I did not know”

For all had opportunity to be placed on the Solid Rock