A Critical Question

Permit me to be morbid

This one time

And ask you a question

To which I am inclined.

Have you come to grips

With your own mortality

Or “not me” is your position

Regarding your nether destiny?

For when you are dead

You will not know

It doesn’t matter who tells you

Be it friend or foe.

Death used to trouble me

Both day and night,

I was afraid to die

Death was my plight.

But as I got older

I have settled down,

I am now marching to life

Instead of the death drum.

I am still not ready to die

But I’m surely prepared

For I know it’ll catch up with me

So I’m not too scared.

I’ve made it right with God

Thus He’s in charge,

I’ve settled the question

Even if death looms large.

Have you settled the question

That pertains to your soul?

Don’t speculate with time

You may not grow old.

And if you are old

Then time is indeed short,

It may be closer than you think

For your funeral escort.

  

For some people

This life is all there is

And they don’t have the time

To spend on the afterlife quiz.

But there has to be something

More than this life,

There has to be something

Better than this strife.

Even with man

There are a purpose and plan

For the innovations

Which result from his hand.

When one examines

The masterpiece that is man,

It speaks of a Supreme mind

With an intelligent plan.

If the end of all life

Is just destruction and annihilation

Why create a masterpiece

That is bound for extinction?

With a sober mind

I beg you to examine

The biblical explanation

Regarding the beginning.

In the beginning God-

He’s the source, the life, the All,

In Him, all things consist

And any other is a wrong call.

He will demand an account

From both you and me,

This is as inevitable

As our pending mortality.

Permit me to be morbid

Just one more time

Death is certain should Jesus tarry,

To God’s purpose please be resigned.

Stewart Russell © April 2018