It Wont Matter Until You’re Dying.

A Little Poem to interrupt your Saturday lethargy… SORRY. 😀


These people are talking trash, you say
Distributing to people licenses to sin
Tueh! You spit.

These ones are seducing spirits
Leading people to their destruction
Hate. Hate. Hate.  You comment.

Oh, but the truth isn’t glaring now,
It can’t be.
It wont matter to you yet,
Not until you’re drawing your last breath
And at the same time trying to confess your sins,
So that He will open the pearly gates to you.

You lived 90 years, oblivious to the fact that your sins have already been atoned for
Past, present and future,
But you lived everyday on earth unsure
The truth you hate so much won’t matter until that time. That Dying minute.

Romans 4: 7-8

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