Sooner or Later

 

The road was steep and winding,

The wind was harsh and blinding;

I thought I could cope

But clearly there was no hope

Though, in self I continue my striding.

I had long learnt I could depend on me;

I could see what others would never see;

I thought I knew it all,

All my life I had made the right call,

In my eyes, life was just a simple spree.

 

I never could in my wildest dream

Imagine before me the current scene

As I beheld the wreck;

Still I said, “Oh what the heck!

Can’t happen to me or any on my team.”

For I was a leader big and bold,

On all of life I had a huge hold;

I thought all was cool,

I would never be any man’s fool,

But sooner or later, the truth would be told.

 

  

Of one who knew all that’s in and without,

Who’d been here and there and all about;

No problem I’d say

Like the songster of old, I did it my way

But now I’d been rid of all the clout.

Now the road’s long, it’s hard and tough,

Nothing’s in my favour, all is rough;

My team’s all gone,

I’m alone and forlorn

Suffering much rejection and open rebuff.

Warned about my self-confidence,

My self-esteem and self-reliance,

God did not matter;

His words were mere noisy chatter,

To me there was no chance of conveyance.

Sooner not later I saw my wrong,

The evidence crowd me like a throng;

Couldn’t hear God speak,

Won’t renege of my unrepentant streak

Of regarding a Christian, the world’s greatest clown.

Sooner or later this could be your prediction,

God offers redemption but your intent is rejection;

Come before ‘tis too late,

Come while God’s prepared to wait

On those who continually spurn His salvation.

 

 

Tomorrow’s sun may never rise,

The future’s beyond what any could surmise;

God alone knows the outcome,

You may never see the rising sun-

Its radiant beams may not again bless your eyes.

Come while it is still day,

Come before the night, no longer delay;

Come, you never know

What this unpredictable life may bestow

Accept the challenge to walk the Savior’s way.

 

For sooner if not later your sojourn will cease,

Your time will run out, the end of your lease;

You will look back with regret

At the Saviour you reject;

And cringe at the thought of eternity without peace.

Stewart Russell © 2007