AGE
THIRTY THREE
Silently, swiftly, it came upon me, so fatal, the sting of death;
I lie here pondering over my life as I wait for my last breath….
At age twenty five I was so
alive;
My friends all thought
I was "it."
Authority I teased and did
what I pleased,
Fearing death not one little
bit.
At age thirty three a man came
to me,
Saying I needed God’s Son.
He said all have sinned, but
Jesus can cleanse
For He bled and died
for each one.
I thought of my sin,
felt a stirring within,
His message I almost believed;
But still in my prime, having
plenty of time,
Jesus, I refused to receive.
I was forty, fifty, time passed
quickly
and fatefully brought this
day;
I now pray in fear, but
who will hear?
God’s never seemed further
away.
In death I awake to see my
mistake
For the gospel was once shared
with me;
But like a fool I rejected the salvation
message,
That I heard at age thirty-three...
A pain in my chest! My heart
has stopped! With consciousness I’m still bequeathed.
I can feel Hell’s gates opening below and the heat of the flames
from beneath!
I’m falling! Falling! With
nothing to grab; my soul is filled with fright.
Tormented in darkness, forever
alone separated from the One who is light.
"For the word of the cross is to those who are perishing foolishness,
but to us who are being saved it is the power of God."
1 Corinthians 1:18
Copyright 1996 A. Mitchell
Moore, Jr.
