Living on the Edge
What seems great, full of years and much to taste, later proves that time is not to waste.
Pass your time sojourning with trembling and fear, some of us may not have much time left here.
Considering then and now, all that’s ever been under the sun, I can still hear many ask, “what’s wrong with some fun”.
Curious we became, searching out this and that, posing as some great thing saying, hey look what I’ve got!
Forgetting our souls for which we will give an account, there’s no money that can pay for this required amount.
Covering your eyes and ears to this never changing truth, taking the broad road that doesn’t bare any fruit.
Swiftly without warning, one is plucked from this path, plummeting into a place that is so, so very dark.
Prepared is a great supper, you’re invited by the King, Jesus is the only way to enter therein.
Give thought I beg of you, stop living on the edge, look around its evening now, we are drawing closer to the end.
Copyright © Gelissa Yorke | Year Posted 2024
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