|Your Eternal Destiny|
This poem is from the ''My Testimony -- To Soar With Jesus Collection''. Written by Daryl Stout. (C) Copyright 1989, 2017 by Daryl Stout. All Rights Reserved. Any abuse or unauthorized usage of this poetry will be dealt with at The Judgment Before Jesus Christ. The ''Soar With Jesus'' Eagle Design was created and designed by Dale Larison, and it is used by permission.
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Written By Daryl Stout
Some people think that once you're dead, your dead forevermore.
Or a place of preparation, is planned on others score.
But, in truth, only two, places do exist;
And, Almighty God, wants you, to one of these things, miss.
First, because the curse of sin, all are damned to hell.
A painful, dark, and lonely place...full of sulphur smell.
The only place where God can not, save those entered in.
They rejected Jesus Christ, and died in their sin.
Taunted by the demons, Satan's fallen hordes.
You'll know you're there, for you rejected, Jesus as your Lord.
Weeping, wailing, gnashing teeth, curses fill the air;
From all the suffering souls therein, no end to despair.
The one day that they'll get out, will be a somber one.
Standing at The Great White Throne, before Jesus, God's Son.
Their names not in The Book Of Life, preferring sins desires.
Eternal suffering forevermore, now in The Lake Of Fire.
You don't have to go to hell, for God did make a Way.
He sent His Son to come to Earth...the Truth, The Life, The Way.
A Virgin Born, He lived His life, without sin or shame.
Salvation's Free Gift to all who called on Jesus' Precious Name.
He never sinned while on Earth; His Mouth, it had no guile.
You could see the Love of God, therein in His Smile.
But, while several did accept Him, others turned away.
Not wanting any part of Him, as Judas did betray.
So, He was scourged, and condemned, to die upon a Cross.
His Shed Blood would pay the price, of mans sinful cost.
His Resurrection Easter morn, brought victory to the saved.
As Jesus Christ had conquered, both death and the grave.
He ascended into Heaven, after forty days.
But one day soon, in the Rapture...His Bride, will go away.
The Church, now home in Heaven, the place for the Redeemed
The joyful beauty of this place, exceeds your wildest dreams.
No death, or pain, or crying tears, can be found therein.
Neither any suffering, from the curse of sin.
Only joy and praises, offered to The Lamb.
The King Of Kings, The Lord Of Lords, and The Great I Am.
One thing is in common, for everyone that's here.
They accepted Jesus Christ, as their Lord, so dear.
He died on Calvary long ago, suffered in their place.
Now resurrected, as He was, they now see His face.
They served Him gladly, here on Earth, with their every breath.
Then, precious in God's Holy Sight, the saints time of death.
He welcomes them, to the joy, of their Lord above.
Sealed for them, when they received, His Great Gift Of Love.
One day in the future, to Earth, Christ will return.
He'll judge all those rejecting Him; His Love Gift, they did spurn.
With all the saints, eternally, joining Him to spend
In His Eternal Kingdom, which will never end.
Now this poem is almost done, you need to make a choice.
Your eternal destiny, determined by your voice.
God will not force you to choose...your will, He will not break.
The fire of hell, the joy of heaven, the choice is yours to make.
For if you do nothing, you'll suffer there in hell.
Entered in so rapidly, the sound of your death knell.
If you repent now, of your sin, and Christ accept today.
Heaven will be your joyful home, through eternal days.
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