ONE LAST TIME

There IS hope for eleventh hour salvation …

ONE LAST TIME

Some very old, others quite ill,

Yet still some will be saved.

Though hopeless not, we know time’s short,

They’ll soon be in their grave.

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Oh fearful thought, if after all,

Newborn they have not been.

The nursing homes, are filled with those,

Who still are in their sin.

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There is a harvest, hidden there,

But laborers are few.

A preacher bold, the need is great,

To tell them God’s good news.

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A Gospel call, perhaps the last,

Before their souls depart.

Oh Christian won’t you take the time,

To hold them in your heart.

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To share in truth, the love of God,

And counsel of His wrath.

Eleventh hour, sent out to preach,

His Word to light their path.

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There’s nothing that the Lord can’t do,

We know He does not tire,

To save men’s souls, when hope seems gone,

Like brands plucked from the fire.

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The nursing home, a mission field,

No glamour there you’ll find,

But souls redeemed, because they heard,

The Gospel, one last time.

Cathy White 2007 ©

Proverbs 11:30 The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life; and he that winneth souls is wise.

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