The Seasons of Life

Our life is like the seasons
First a small child in spring
Then in the summer of our life
A young adult is seen.

Next we reach our middle years
We're in the autumn now
Then winter brings the final years
With wrinkles and gray hair.

When our life on earth is over
What's beyond our final breath?
If only you're a child of God
You passed the final test.

But if you don't know Jesus
Then woe to you my friend
For where your final days are spent
You can never comprehend.

Hell is hot and final
And you won't have any peace
You had your chance but lost it
And your pain will never cease.

[ by Emily McAdams Copyright © 2001 -- submitted by: Emily McAdams ]