The Passenger
He is only a passenger,
In a fast moving car.
Full of selfish, reckless people,
Who don’t know who they are.
They race through a crumbling world,
Desperate to be seen.
Their attempts to gain attention,
Are thoughtless and obscene.
They’ll do the necessary things,
To make you notice them.
But if you don’t accept their ways,
They’ll rebuke and condemn.
They’ve chosen a pretentious road,
And don’t know what’s in store.
They have no care for life and limb,
His warning, they ignore.
His good advice falls on deaf ears,
They don’t care what he knows.
They act as if He isn’t there,
Faster the driver goes.
But when they reach the highway’s end,
And the ground disappears,
That’s when they ask Him to step in,
Hoping He’ll ease their fears.
But the passenger wipes his eyes,
And in a somber voice,
He tells them what now lies ahead
Was utterly their choice.
“I have offered you direction,
To keep you from this fate.
It was not my wish to lose you,
But now it is too late.”
“You said, ‘I will heed your warning,
Once I have had my fun’.
But if you die before that day,
Your deeds can’t be undone.”
“I tried to warn you of this path,
But I was never heard,
You had salvation in your grasp,
If you’d heeded my word.”
“But you thought you knew everything,
And so ignored my call.
Now what you knew has brought you here,
Eternally to fall.”
Copyright © Mark Spencer | Year Posted 2011
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