Most living people, are dying
Consequently alone
Life's eternal Truth denying
With hearts as cold as stone
How sad, utterly depressing
Refuting their Saviour's name
Thoughtless their misdeeds confessing
Leaving this life in shame
Still life's Author and King unknown
Knowing the wrongs they've done
They'll approach life's Judge on His throne
Without His righteous Son
Without the hand of Christ The Lord
Mediator most high
They'll fall beneath life's righteous sword
Beyond the day they die
When hell's door, and Heaven's stand wide
Both wicked man and good
Truth will demand each soul inside
Where facts dictate they should
Yet God, chose Jesus as Saviour
Through love for man on earth
Forgiving regretful behaviour
He'd grant us second birth
Born-again to a brand new start
Through Heaven's Gift with fire
Who'll Guide, help, change each servant's heart
To live with Jesus higher
But who will Salvation believe
For which Christ Jesus died
Who'll turn from their sin and receive
All Heaven has planned inside.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wise words...solid close-out...Structurallyfluxive for the most part...Keep that pen pumping ~FjR~s