There is a foe that stalks among
The old, the middle aged, the young
Without respect for time and place,
Undaunted by one’s creed or race.
It has so many ways to catch
Its unsuspecting prey and snatch
It from its dreams or hopes or goals
To a new realm of immortal souls.
Some know it well and they prepare
To meet it as it’s looming there.
And be it quick, or be it slow,
Somehow they seem so calm to go.
But others go about each day
So unsuspecting, and suddenly they
Face headlong this inevitable foe
So unprepared, and yet they go.
Those left behind in hysteria cry
And ask the unanswered question, “Why?”
But, alas, the foe unmercifully stalks,
Continuing its devouring walk,
Not stopped by screams, not stopped by tears;
He has no pity nor no fears,
He just stabs out and takes one’s breath
And claims his prey in untimely death.
There is but one power that he fears
Who came to earth for thirty years
And died upon a cross one day;
Three days passed, the stone rolled away.
He came forth with the keys of hell,
A witness to this foe to tell
That even this cruel enemy
Could taste defeat and conquered be.
We face this enemy yet today,
But have the hope he’ll pass away
When this great Conqueror shall shout
And all the prey will then come out,
Some to eternal rest’s content,
Some to eternal doom’s contempt.
Yes, some have chose to face this foe
Determined that they would not go
Into its jaws so unprepared
And spend eternity with it there.
But many unprepared will be,
And live with it in eternity.
Which group are you in now, my friend?
Some day your life will quickly end
And there’s no chance on the other side
To choose with whom you will abide.
The choice you make must be today:
Choose Christ and life; do not delay!
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2019