The Sound of Reckoning
I hear the trumpet sounding,
People are running, shouting, I feel my heart pounding.
Some fall to their knees in prayer, others try to hide,
This is the prophesied day yet so many are horrified.
But the day of forgiveness has past, the day of grace and mercy are gone,
The day of reckoning is here, where the final line is drawn.
No more chances, no more can you repent,
Heaven or hell, bliss or a life filled with torment.
Can you picture this, Jesus looking you in the face and saying go from me I know ye not,
A crushing blow for many because they turned their backs on Him, and He had not forgot.
He knows your heart, and reads you like an open book,
Whatever mask you wear He sees through it with just one look.
For some this will be a day of jubilee,
To be in the presence of the man who preached the word from Galilee.
But to so many this day will be the day they lose their very souls,
Because they refused to accept Jesus as their Savior and make His ways their goals.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2009
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