william upton - 53

A man's soul should not be decided on his deathbed
When a life-locked near-cadaver lies in despair
Except for an utterance of the inevitable final cry
For a life's worth of forgiveness.
Can the words, 'I accept you as my Lord and Savior'
Be enough on salvation's resume,
Or is it too late for a death row
Governor's midnight reprieve?
Even more, we should be concerned if there is grace for us
Who, when given chances time and time again,
Failed to look for the prodigal,
Derelict in our duty to break from the 99
To salvage the one that is lost.
We are the ones who are remiss
In following commands.
We are the Pontius Pilates who washed our hands
Now covered with resurrection blood.
God is loving and merciful.
He knows our hearts better than we know them.
In His grace may He take the departed to be with Him
To finally learn of His ways,
And may He show ample Grace to cleanse the blood stain
From our own hands
That now appears crimson indelible.

william upton

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