By George Thurlow "Just dying to get in there" So jokingly is said, A temporary storage yard For the bones of the dead. I wonder as I gaze about Where are these people now; Are they safe in the arms of Jesus, Or are they suffering down below? There are monuments of every size Of the rich and of the poor; Some names are long remembered While others are obscure. Yet death is the equalizer, In the grave the body lies; The temporary perishes, But the spirit never dies. Did they miss the opportunity When the invitation came; Did they receive eternal life Believing on Christ's name? Did they accept the offer Of mercy, pardon and grace, And now walk on the streets of glory Viewing Him face to face? Or sadly on the other hand, Did they choose another way, And live in hell and torment Now and for always? For death is just the portal Of eternity; Destinations are determined Right now by you and me. |
