Cry of a Dead Teenager
CRY OF A DEAD TEENAGER
Last night a car wreck killed me--how quickly life has passed!
I thought I had so much more time, so long life yet would last!
But now I’m on the other side, and sadly I look down
To see that one night stand, that thrill, that night upon the town,
That first drink, that first high on drugs, that night I had to prove
That I was not the sissy type, that I was in the groove.
And now I’ve time to think about those years that I called fun,
And now I sadly realize how quickly they are done.
Oh, how I wish that once in life I stood up and said NO
No matter what the others thought of where I would not go!
And now I see the many flowers, can’t help but wonder why
I didn’t take the time before--before my time to die
To stop and see their beauty there, to honor Him who made
Each flower, each plant that now is placed there next to where I’m laid.
I see a preacher now get up, what words can he now say
To comfort all I left behind who remember me today?
They have no hope that I have gone, a better life now view;
Oh, how I wish I’d listened now to what I had to do!
For now I face a doom that’s sure, a judgment stern and strong,
A hell that’s real where I will live for ages dark and long.
I thought I had wild oats to sow, and I believed it, too;
I thought I would come back some day, but now how true, how true
That all my time is gone for me, though young I was that day
When life and opportunity no longer came my way.
Last night I thought that life was fun, so filled with all its thrills,
But now that I am dead and gone, I see how unfulfilled
The choices that I made those days have left me for this day,
And soon I’ll hear these awesome words, “Depart and go your way!”
I’m just a teen, yes, that is true; to some it seems unfair
That quickly life would be snuffed out and I’d be lying there.
But now they see the need to be prepared for when they’ll die,
That life is short, the years are few, before their loved ones cry.
And though I’ve learned too late the fact that death is sure and swift,
That while one lives he needs to come to trust God’s precious gift,
To take of His eternal life through Jesus Christ, His Son
And have a hope of heaven sure whene’er this life is done,
I hope my early death at least leaves a legacy behind
That while in youth each one should come, eternal life to find.
There’s nothing that you can do now my short life to reclaim;
Just do not go the way I went; trust now in Jesus’ name.
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2018
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