Reservations

People seem so nonchalant
About where they’ll be sure to go
When this old world discards its robe,
And begins to wobble to and fro.

When they plan a spring vacation
They make such detailed plans;
Of where they’ll spend a week or more,
Whether mountain heights or ocean sands

Temperatures are all checked out,
Reservations made quite early;
For no one wants to be left out,
And considered blasé or squirrelly.

How is it then that years go by
With not one thought of dying;
No plans are made for eternity
As if God’s Word were lying

What will they do at the Judgement seat
With no one to plead their case
No one to present a victors crown
For the way they ran the race.

Nothing there can justify
Their life all gone to waste
No hope of mercy shown by God
As He turns away His face.

Oh foolish man how can it be
That you lived your worldly life with care;
Yet gave no thought to eternity,
And what God requires up there

He requires a price, which Jesus paid,
When He suffered and died in your stead;
Accept His blood bought sacrifice
And be by His Spirit led.

Go on, make your peace with God
Change your eternal fate
Reserve a home in heaven now
Before it becomes too late.


~ Joyce Guy ~

[ by: Joyce Guy (Joy Of Art Shop) -- Copyright © 2005 (jguy453@bellsouth.net) -- submitted by: Joyce Guy ]