A man carefully hiked along
A steep, rocky trail;
Despite the loose rocks and
dirt,
He seemed to be climbing well.
But as some of the rocks gave
way,
The man began to slide;
He grabbed for a bush, but
didn't see
The snake that was coiled inside.
The snake delivered a fatal
strike
and quickly slithered away;
The man was left alone to die
With
no hope of being saved …
Life is like an uncertain trail
Upon which each of us hike,
Not knowing for sure where
death awaits,
Or the time that it will strike.
But in time you will meet death,
It will strike and then move
on;
Without anyone to save
you,
You’ll have no hope of your own.
But from death’s eternal bite
It’s possible to be saved;
Jesus, God’s Son, died for
your sins,
and then arose from the grave.
Entrust your life to Him,
He’ll Give you eternal breath;
For through the power of His
resurrection,
He de-fanged the "serpent of
death!"
“O
death, where is your victory? O death, where
is
your sting?…but thanks be to God, who gives
us
the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
1
Corinthians 15:55,57 (NASB)
©1998 A. Mitchell Moore, Jr.
