Slowly it creeps upon us
From the moment we are born.
In fractions of a second,
A new life is worn.
Constantly edging towards it,
The destined end;
With nothing to prevent it,
Not fame, nor wealth, nor friend.
The rich, the poor, the haughty,
None can elude its call.
And not for certain few it looms,
It's planned for one and all.
But, friend, there is a happy hope
That goes beyond the grave --
The love the Father showed to us
When He sent His Son to save.
The body's marked for death, it's true,
But the spirit for eternity.
And the only thing that we must do
Is receive Christ and believe.
©1990 J M McIntosh
For surely there is a hereafter,
And your hope will not be cut off.