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I'ts Not Too Late YetWhining and grumbling about things we have not. Forgetting to be thankful for our bountiful lot. Taking for granted the things that God gives. Not ever thanking Him that Jesus still lives. Continuing to sin day after day. Hating our fellowman going our own way. Greedy and grabing everything we can get. All that we have is not enough yet. Never having time to enjoy a blessing. Keep pushing and shoving our faults not confessing. We take pills for depression and grief. Still have headachs never finding relief. Always wondering why there's no happiness to find. Why we never have any peace of mind. Never praising the one who created the earth Never seeking the much needed second birth. Not following instructions Jehovah gave to mankind. Only seeking for riches how can we be so blind. If we continue on this way as long as the world stands. Never giving heed to any of Gods plans. We will be destroyed cut off from His grace. We will not know His love will never see His face. Eternally cast out of His heavenly home. Can't be with the righteous with them to forever roam. The gates will be closed to His magnificient city. Those unforgiven will be left out- oh what a pity. It is not too late now to call out to Him. Open our hearts and let Him come in. He will guide us over the troubled seas. If we bow to Him now on bended knees. Let Him hold His rightful place as we receive His mercy and grace. Norma Duncan copyright March 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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