The day is dawning and will soon be upon us. The children of God have been asleep dead to the treasures of their inheritance. As the sands of time slowly slip away, the balance of that which remains will soon be like a looking glass. Transparent to the eyes of the watching world. So many things have transpired that are nothing in the eyes of eternity. Empty promises by those that are far from the King of Glory. Foolish statements of fact without any substantiation. Empty, dead, and rotting. The stench of that which is passing away fills the nostrils of the children of iniquity. Soon the lostness of their condition will be obvious, soon they will cry out in anguish, soon the annals of time will consume them. Present, past and future is upon us all three rolled into one, all three consipiring to burst forth into that which always was and forevermore shall be. Hold fast to the Truth. Trust in the Lord, for He is the salvation that was spoken of by the prophets. In Him, and Him alone, is the safety for which we seek. He is the island of paradise in a lost and dying world. Come and drink deeply, all ye that are weary and heavy laden, for the hour is upon us when our final resting place shall be made known.
Come and drink deeply, all ye that are weary and heavy laden, for the hour is upon us when our final resting place shall be made known.
I found this just this morning. Seems somewhat fitting.Charles Wesley wrote over 9000 hymns and sacred poems in his lifetime. His last a few days before he died was this:In age and feebleness extreme,Who shall a sinful worm redeem?Jesus, my only hope Thou art,Strength of my failing flesh and heart;O could I catch a smile from Thee,And drop into eternity!
MJones wrote:I found this just this morning. Seems somewhat fitting.