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September 13, 2007

One Week To Live 9-13-07

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If I had but only, one week to live,
Would I be discouraged - or ready to give?
Would I selfishly ponder all that I'd missed,
Or earnestly pray for those in my midst?

On the first day:
Would I know that life was not fun and games,
(There's a Heaven and Hell and its wicked flames).
And know I'd be wrong - if I didn't tell you,
All of God's mercy - how He can save you?

On the second day:
Would I ask forgiveness from those I had hurt,
In sinful, cold actions which cannot revert,
And knowing there's nothing that I can do now,
But asking forgiveness that they might allow?

On the third day:
Would I be forgiving to all who wronged me,
From each Godly soul to my last enemy,
Searching the endless curved rainbow of views,
And putting myself in their very own shoes?

On the fourth day:
Would I be so thankful for each day God gives,
And faithfully proving that Jesus still lives,
Who forgave me fully with grace so immense,
Each day I first loved Him and from this day hence?

On the fifth day:
Would I be so loving (so long overdue),
To all God's creation - especially you,
Praying that some day you might understand,
His vast awe and power He holds in His hand?

On the sixth day:
Would I, on my knees, now so humble myself,
Discarding all needs and my wants on the shelf,
To whisper a prayer and ask God to begin,
A still, small voice in your heart deep within?

On that final day:
On that very last day, would I still be in prayer,
Until sunset comes - with twilight not there?
Now don't get too nervous - you know that it's true -
that God will call swiftly - take you away too.

©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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