Final Call
by vincent lyons A puff of vapour dissipates, It vanishes without a trace, Is borne away as wind dictates And disappears in empty space. Men's great philosophies are such-- Vain wisdom formed by finite dust; Such empty words which promise much Will all decay with death's cold touch. But God Almighty's Word is sure-- When all else fails it will endure-- A Word so wholesome, perfect, pure And everlastingly secure. The day of wrath can't be forestalled-- This poem might be your final call!! Believe in Jesus Christ the Lord-- God's Word declares Him--Lord of all. I am a Christian who belongs to a home church in Sydney, Australia. I am Irish by birth and desire to further the gospel of Christ by my life and my poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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