Where Will You Be?
The flight attendant asked;
"Can anyone fly a plane?"
She received no reply,
Her search was in vane!
The cockpit was empty,
The pilots couldn't be found.
Those left on the plane,
Were making a terrible sound!
The more they searched,
Their fear began to grow.
They noticed more empty seats,
"Where did those people go?"
The passengers couldn't believe it.
"Where can these people be?"
"Please help us God,"
Was their fearful plea!
Down the plane went,
Bursting into a fire ball.
No one was left,
The crash consumed all!
Just where will you be,
When it's your time to die?
Will you be with Satan,
And wondering why?
You can be with God,
Asking Jesus into your heart!
Confess you sin to Him,
Then from Him never depart!
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