In Noah's day, when man's evil had crested,
God's patience was spent, His goodwill arrested,
His solemn pronouncement, a change in His plan,
"My Spirit shall not always strive with man."
The Pharaoh of Egypt, a really sad case,
Defies His Creator, and right to His face.
"And who is the Lord, that I should obey Him?"
"I know not the Lord." - confessing his whim.
Then Pharaoh continues to harden his heart,
God's warnings unheeded, this course is not smart.
Resisting God's Spirit, has sealed this man's doom,
He's chosen a way, that leaves mercy no room.
God's voice is still calling today. Have you heard?
He speaks in the pages of His holy Word.
He offers a pardon, a cleansing from guilt,
All paid for by Jesus, - His blood that was spilt.
This offer has limits, you must not be late,
Don't harden your heart, lest you seal a sad fate.
The door stands wide open, come in while you may,
The Lord will receive you. So, what do you say?
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Beware of that cry!
You've no guarantee, upon which to rely.
Whoever receives Him, He will not cast out,
His Word remains faithful, removing all doubt.
"The ball's in your court." He's done all that He can,
He's showered His love and His grace upon man.
The choice you must make will determine your fate,
Choose Heaven, not Hell. - And don't you be late.
D.E. Zwicker - July 2016