AM I READY?

Am I ready to meet the Lord?

Yes, I met Him long ago,

Left "my nets" to preach His word,

Then town to town, to and fro.

I tired at times, and would have quit;

His word sometimes became a sword,

Which cut so deep with Holy Writ

That oft I found myself ignored.

Pain of preaching is seldom known

By those whose sins set them apart,

Who know not yet Christ did atone

For sin that still controls their heart.

God given patience in those years

Helped me to see the good in men,

And though it often was with tears,

God's Holy Spirit defeated sin.

Yes, I'm ready to meet the Lord,

To be beside Him throughout time;

According to his gracious word,

I've kept the faith, and made the climb.

WHY?

Why does man strive to live

When he has little left to give?

When joints are worn and muscles torn,

And few fresh thoughts his mind adorn?

When thoughts are lowly and come so slowly,

When all his thoughts wax more holy,

When aches and pains course through his veins,

And drugs and diet his life maintains?

Why not relax and let things be,

Instead of spending days to see

Doctors, nurses, health institutions,

To overthrow divine conclusions?

Three score and ten, the years of life

The Bible gives for this life's strife.

Except four score, by way of strength,

If God sees fit to stretch that length.

So man, relax, your span is done,

When you should walk, don't try to run;

Eternal life is now begun;

Cease your struggles, and just have fun!

Don't be so wired because you're tired;

Have you not done what i desired?

Rest my son, don't try to run;

Eternal life is now begun.