Be Ye Ready
Be Ye Ready
By: Miracle Man
11-13-2019
Our past only changes,
as it increases.
Leaving us to view,
what memory releases.
At our last breath,
“our die is cast.”
Days cease enlargement,
of our past.
At God’s judgment bar,
we’ll stand in wait.
Get your house in order,*
don’t wait too late.
* 2 Kings 20:1
In those days was Hezekiah sick unto death.
And the prophet Isaiah the son of Amoz came to him,
and said unto him, Thus saith the LORD,
Set thine house in order; for thou shalt die, and not live.
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