Strife Or Life Poem by Joseph Blitch

Given time: 120 earthen years; more or less;
Depending on the Time Lord's willingness.
From Heaven's gate the voyage would begin;
Treked from home; into a place full of sin.

Proving grounds for the eternal future nation;
Each enitity must work out their own salvation.
Hanging in the judge's balance:   Eternal life,
Depending on an obedient life or that of strife.

Accountable for every idle word they will talk.
As through the shadow of death all must walk.
Easy comes sinful pleasure with mystifying charm.
Less is the gratification than bountiful harm.

Everybody is doing it; the little imps will say;
A little bit of truth; wanting some to go astray.
Defeating death, hell and grave; hung on a tree;
Chose God's Son; from sin the world set free.

Finding the straight and narrow way; true quest,
Not to waver; Trust and obey; and ever be blessed.
Accepting that sin's debt; long ago; was paid,
The choice; which by each enitity; must be made.