The Christian Way, is not a stroll
Sundays, on Tuesday nights
If Heaven truly is one's goal
Prepare for numerous fights
Who, in Christ is afraid of dying?
Where wisdom opens eyes
However harsh devils are trying
Will cause fear, to rise!
Who of us knows, one's day of death?
Despite, obvious alarms
When, or when not, one's final, breath
Will carry to Jesus' arms
Where salvation, lays life's foundation
Love's grace, sustains it through
God's power controlling creation
Covers all, born anew
Obedience, is life's requirement
Commitment, to Love's law
No Christian through retirement
Wanders through Heaven's Door
Oft working with sweat and tears
Suffering pain and scorn
The world itself interferes
With God's servants reborn
Churches are closed, pulpits stand bare
Chairs grow empty and pews
Though falling away seems everywhere
Heaven has different views
The Lord, is this world, wide testing
Who to His Christ will stand?
Who's wise enough, lives now investing
In The Father's Promised Land.....
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Love's grace, sustains it through God's power controlling creation...Very powerful composition shared here definitely. Wise composition shared....10