Last Chance

Life may not always fast balls be, Sometimes a wicked curve you'll see. To you a lesson it may well serve, One that you feel you don't deserve. But never forget that God knows best, That He has a reason for this test. But why this sickness you may say? It may be just to make you pray. Perhaps it's meant for a closer walk, Or a cleaner tongue for daily talk. It may be that your counts three-two, That this is His last chance for you. Please give thought to how you live, For your fellow man find love to give. Turn not away from Heavens gate, Don't put Christ off, it's getting late. As God winds up for his final pitch, I pray within he'll find no glitch. The pitch is made then with a sigh, ball four, you're on, you'll hear him cry.