'What Are You Going To? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

What are you going to do?
When the money all runs out?
What are you going to eat?
When the earth’s soil
no longer yields sprout?

What are you going to say?
When our Lord comes back to collect His faithful souls?
When only the gnashing of teeth and cries are heard
From those lost, who didn’t heed what was foretold.

What are you going to see?
When you’ve been now blinded by God’s purest of light?
“Forgive me Lord; I didn’t see, what is now in plain of sight.”

What are you going to do?
When He comes back and reclaims His Father’s land?
And takes all of those loved ones in, ”Christ Jesus”
To His Fathers promised Kingdom land.

He will not hear your cries, I’m told
And if He wishes they are heard.
He will not forgive you, now of your sins
For which you had salvation available
In all your earthly given years.

What are you going to do right now?
But fall to your knees and ask your Lord.
That your sins they be forgiven you
And not be one to feel
Deaths blow of God's mighty sword.