Too Late! ! Poem by Michael P. Johnson

“There’s no use standing in a daze
As though you were appalled
You should have changed your wicked ways
Whilst souls were being called

God is no fool He won’t be mocked
For all it’s plain to see
Now Heaven’s door is firmly locked
And you have still no key

When Jesus Christ to you was sent
You wouldn’t let Him in
When others warned you must repent
You glorified your sin

You said the Church was for the fool
The old the sick and lame
Content to break most every rule
You lived your life of shame

God’s home is for the finest wheat
Hell’s flame’s reserved for chaff
Have fun my friend in all the heat
See then if still you laugh

Oh no my friend there’s no mistake
From sin you wouldn’t turn
Forever in the devil’s lake
You’re sentenced now to burn”

“Too late too late” I start to yell
“My God” I shout and scream
But then I found it wasn’t hell
It all had been a dream

There’s now no time for me to waste
In Christ I must be free
For all revealed was just a taste
Of what my end wound be”