In that final Day, what shall He say?

This is a little poem that the Lord told me to write... perhaps He will used it in your life.
May He be glorified.
- Phil


Homes built in ignorance, hopes made on pride;
My name, my wonderful fame, all established with treacherous lies.

It all came crashing and tumbled down

When death came and stole my crown.

What clarity, what misery, when we are about to die

And we realize our days were so focused on insignificant “I”

With eyes half closed and breath nearly gone,
Tears begin to come as I think of what wasn’t done

All those days, lost to the past

Why didn’t I do something that would last?

Now I stand facing the gates of eternity

My life was spent and centered on me.

Looking at the crucified, I fell down and cried.

How could I do otherwise? My leaves were dried, I didn’t abide!

My comfort “then,” turned to terror “now”

It all started when these knees would never bow.

Seeking my will, my way, my rule;

I could not have been a bigger fool.

I never surrendered to His reign,

My “religion” was all in vain.

Of earthly pleasures and comforts I certainly partook,
And for Him and His cause, this life I never forsook.

“The righteous shall live by faith” is what I heard.

But faith is not wrapped up in the speaking of words
 
The WORD says that “Faith without deeds is dead!”
If only I actually believed that was where it lead!

But because of my life of selfishness
I never took on His righteousness.

When He said: “Follow me”

I could never bend the knee.

For to follow Christ always means a cross,
And my pride would never suffer the loss.

Following Him is in both word and deed,

But to this, I could never concede.

So with my words, the Lord I did praise;

And with my life, His Name did I disgrace.

Now at the footsteps of the throne I remembered

The gift of my earthly days I never surrendered.

And now my soul does fear!

For what words shall echo in these ears?

My heart begins to rapidly pace,

And my eyes turn upon His Holy face.

And with the word He did now utter,

It pierced through my heart as though through butter.

And with those words I did receive
His judgment which would never leave.

In all creation, no greater sorrow is ever due
Than to those words: “Depart from me, I never knew you!”

May this simple poem serve as a warning.

That when you wake up this next morning;

Your days and hours you will not waste

But of His true life you will strive to taste.

That in your life you would not compromise,
That no lust, envy, or greed would catch your eyes.

To Him may you ever be faithful

May He grant you to serve at His table

That even in death you would not yield

To that final opponent upon the field

But with all His strength you raise high your sword,

Confessing in word and in deed: “Jesus is my LORD!”

That when the time finally does come

You will hear the Master say: “Well done.”

And may your cry ever be

Throughout all eternity,

“Praise, Honor, and Glory be
To Him who ransomed me!”