Sound The Trumpet

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by MORNING MEDITATION
June 5th, 2008

FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE

Loved ones will weep over my silent face, dear ones will clasp me sad embrace,

Shadows and darkness will fill the place, Five minutes after I die.

Faces that sorrow I will not see, Voices that murmur will not reach me.

But where, oh, where will my spirit, Five minutes after I die.

Quickly the years of my life have flown, Gathering treasures I thought were my own,

There I must reap from the seed I have sown, Five minutes after I die.

Naught to repair the good I lack, Fixed to the goal of my chosen track,

No room to repent; No turning back, Five minutes after I die.

Now I can stifle convictions stirred, Now I can silence the voice oft heard,

Then the fulfillment of God's sure Word, Five minutes after I die.

Mated for aye with my chosen throng, Long is eternity, O so long,

Then woe is me if my soul be wrong, Five minutes after I die.

Oh, what fool--hard the word, but true, Passing the Saviour with death in view,

Doing a deed I can ne'er undo, Five minutes after I die.

If I am flinging a fortune away, If I am wasting salvation's day,

"Just is my sentence," my soul shall say, Five minutes after I die.

Thanks be to Jesus for pardon free, He paid my debt on Mount Calvary's tree,

Paradise gates will enfold even me, Five minutes after I die.

O marvelous grace that has rescued me, O joyous moment when Jesus I see,

O happy day when like Him I'll be, Five minutes after I die.

God help you to choose! Your eternal state depends on your choice, you dare not wait;

You must choose now; It will be too late, Five minutes after you die.

Looking for His glorious appearing! Titus 2:13