Our Never-ending Story

 We say we love you Jesus, but the words don't mean a thing. For from our lips, onto the ground, they don't even sing.

We cry out... Lord, have mercy.... when things don't go just right. But as soon as we get our answer, we turn away from Him.

We know who Jesus is, in our times of need. And we listen to the Prophets, when we want to hear His word. Often we will follow, every path toward the Cross...  but our never-ending story, is to stay forever lost.

We know the day is coming, when we will all be judged. And we know that while there is time, we ought to set our house in order...  yet we give heed to the voices, that whisper... you still have time to play.... And so we run outside in haste and put Jesus in delay.

Soon the day will come, when time will be no more.... When every heartbeat stops and there is no open door. When our eyes are stuck together and sleep is all but gone.... We will always remember, the times we let slip away. The opportunities we never took. The hands we never shook. When there's an open book in front of us and we are called into account. We will always remember, what Jesus was all about.



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