He stands at the door and knocks.
Who will answer unto the Lord?
The days rush by as promised in the scripture.
Man lives for a moment, then the moment is gone
What of Eternity?
The call comes again with more urgency.
Who will answer unto the Lord?
Year have passed by, and the glory of youth passes by like the
close
of summer.
The blooms of spring long gone, and the days get shorter
in so many
ways.
The heart contemplates the memories gathered, both of joyful
days
and sad
days, but nevertheless past and spent.
He’s knocking now.
Who will answer the call of the Lord before the last rays disappear
beyond the
horizon, and the colder air of winter steps in to remind us
that not only
the days, but, time itself is short.
As the reckoning winds set in, the last and final knock is
heard, as
others hear the
sound of the trumpet blowing loudly across the sky.
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