"Eleventh Hour"
There was once a man heedless of care
The world was his oyster
And with money to spare, he had all he needed
With everything bright,
He laughed when I told him there would one day be night,
That man heeding nothing.
His whole world was stayed on the things he had
Gathered, the plans he had made,
He had power and a bright agile mind,
That brought him the joys that very few find
I told him of Christ how He died on a tree to ransom the souls
Of people like me and he laughed as he said,
God didn't ask him if he wanted
A saviour to die for his sin,
Not my fault he said if the Lord God did die,
No, God understands, don't fret I'll get by
There's plenty of time and God wont turn me down,
He is gracious your saviour
He'll still be around
So midnight is coming when I will need God's son
Does it matter what time I accept what He has done,
If it's even eleven there's still time to to spare
There's no cause for worry
Someday I'll get there
The Eleventh hour seemed a long way away
Though he said when that time comes, I will seek God and pray,
It is really the reason for him I have cried
That hour never came at ten thirty he died ...
Annette Martens
