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This poem is from the ''My Testimony -- To Soar With Jesus Collection''. Written by Daryl Stout. (C) Copyright 1989, 2024 by Daryl Stout. All Rights Reserved. Any abuse or unauthorized usage of this poetry will be dealt with at The Judgment Before Jesus Christ. The ''Soar With Jesus'' Eagle Design was created and designed by Dale Larison, and it is used by permission.
Written By Daryl Stout
2) If you wait, 'til it's too late, you'll face Him then in shame.
Rejecting His Loving, Still Small Voice, into your life, it came.
Instead believing Satan's lies, you had many years ahead.
Now, all that is meaningless; you're in your sins, now dead.
3) If you wait, 'til it's too late, forever you will burn.
In the Lake Of Fire there; from sin, you would not turn.
Loving darkness more than light, the sounds of your death knell.
With all the unregenerate, tormented now in hell.
4) If you wait, 'til it's too late, the end there of God's Grace.
Trembling before Him on the day, when you see His Face.
Your life replayed, from birth to death, at The Great White Throne.
All your thoughts and deeds and words, will to all be shown.
5) If you wait, 'til it's too late, that terrifying day.
When God's Grace is then no more, and it's too late to pray.
The Book Of Life, it does not, therein your name contain.
Rejecting Christ's shed Blood there, to wash away sins stain.
6) If you wait, 'til it's too late, you're cast into the fire.
You'll suffer for eternity, the cost for sins desire.
All could've been prevented, if you, in life, had prayed,
For Christ to save your soul from sin, and live in life He gave.
7) So don't wait, 'til it's too late, come to Jesus now.
Repent from all your sin today, and at His Feet, now bow.
Then, serve Him gladly, in all your life, where ever you may roam.
And, at your death, He'll greet you there, and say "Welcome Home!".