Sooner or later you have to decide
On which side of the fence you'll fall
There's nowhere to run, you cannot escape
The Creator and Master of all.
Why do you tarry, why do you wait
Make the only decision that's right
Escape evils grasp before time is up
And be righteous within the Lord's sight.
Open the door to your spiritual house
Let God's Holy Spirit come in
He'll clean up and polish that humble abode
Burn off the stains of error and sin.
Keep yourselves clean and watch where you walk
Don't be like a dog to it's vomit
For God's grace and love are real and free
So don't be a fool, seize upon it.
This poem was a finalist in the
May 2022 poetry contest