We only
live a few short years
Some
filled with joy, and some with tears,
Then
all too soon we leave the paths of men;
Each
day we know our passing nears,
And
yet, despite the ling'ring fears,
We look
forward to that Land without sin.
Disappointments
may mar the way,
And
storm clouds may darken the day,
But
we press faithfully t’ward Canaan's Land!
Onward
to the mark for the prize…
Our
ev'ry need the Lord supplies…
We know
someday in Heaven we shall stand!
Though
other folks may turn aside,
With
Jesus we'll ever abide,
We know
that we can find no greater Friend;
He knows
just what we're going through,
For
He went through these trials too:
There's
no other on whom we may depend!
The days
turn swiftly into years,
The
end each minute to us nears,
Many
reach life's end before they know it;
The
cares of life distract their mind,
And
they, the Lord's work, leave behind:
Professing
love, their lives did not show it.
In Judgment
they stand unprepared,
Praying
that they may then be spared,
But
for them, then, friends, it will be too late;
The
time for cleansing is today,
Are
you now in the Narrow Way?
If not,
come now! Oh, friend, why do you wait?
..........H.
L. Gradowith..........
08-16-01