As shadows press inside the gate
The clock winds down almost unheard
What's left to gain is now too late!
Youth was so vibrant at the start
The future filled with busy dreams
There was no time to fret or sigh
Were not the toys of life to glean?
How soon the Reaper passes by
The scent of dust is felt around
And mourners hear the silent groans
While teardrops fall without a sound.
The spirit rises through the mist
And dazzling lights come into view
A voice then beckons all to come
The righteous path is for the few.
Familiar faces can be seen
Of friends and family coming near
The welcome party rise in song
The end of suffering, death and fear!
The Gates of heaven open wide
The King is seated on His Throne
The voices of ten billion saints
Lift praise to Jesus Christ alone!
And then in wonder glory shines
As we behold His Paradise
Fulfilled in love through streams of Grace
Eternal life, His gift: the prize!
Ben Pent
