How goes it with your soul.
Has conforming to the lifestyle of this world
Taken its toll.
One day with the King is as a thousand years,
And a thousand years as one day.
When I have breathed my final breath
And my spirit makes it journey to stand before Him,
What will I say?
If GODís clock is eternity, how then will
He measure me?
Will I be weighed in the balance?
Found wanting, because the decision
To repent in my last life was too daunting.
Death lingers with life,
While Life mingles among the Dead.
When you have exhaled your last gust of dust,
About you what will be said?
Do you live moment by moment as GODís opponent?
Or have you made peace with His offer of atonement
For our sin sick situation,
In our existence weíre offered many imitations.
We inhale and exhale oblivious to the fact
Our Divine Creator makes the impact on
Our lungs to fill up to capacity with oxygen
But we have forgotten that we ourselves
Are just men. Men made of clay
Essentially it is Christ who gives us breath every day.
Brevity. The terseness of man so easily fades away.
So eat, drink, and be merry.
Get your soulís fill.
But awaken to this revelation,
Every sigh, every bat of an eye and every action is
At GODís will.
I savor the knowledge that
My life is just a vapor.
A shadow of a flower in the wind.
So during my pilgrimage here,
I want the contents of my life
To reflect Him.
Oh, Brevity. A close companion of Gravity.
A marriage to pull man into the night.
As darkness draws near, I will
Not fear because I now abide
In the resurrected light.