Too late ... maybe

Ecclesiastes 9:4 

Better to Be Poor but Alive than Rich but Dead

But whoever is among the living has hope;
a live dog is better than a dead lion.

 

Too Late ... maybe

 

It is too late the Judge is here

I wished all had been settled

I had opportunities to just do that

but pride and greed did meddle

My adversary just sits and smiles

he knows that I will lose here

He’ll drag my past in great detail

as judgment now is near

 

I lived a life that could not end

always waiting for to-morrow

But to-morrow never came

and what’s now left is sorrow

I could have had a counsel here

without paying anything

He would represent me free and clear

before the Judge and the King

 

My sentence was set before I came

I feel my accuser’s hate enclose me

I have to spent my death with him

in a timeless sphere prepared for me

Suffering and pain are ruling there

and screaming is the music

that tone-less binds the atmosphere

for our Christ had gone to prove it

 

Now all I see is the rugged cross

and I feel the love of Jesus there

Why did I ignore His perfect Love?

And His open arms that cared

If I could I would chose His bliss

And would today secure tomorrow

I would accept Him for Who He is

to forfeit the life I’d borrowed

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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