There IS hope for eleventh hour salvation …


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.


Oh fearful thought, if after all,

Newborn they have not been.

The nursing homes, are filled with those,

Who still are in their sin.


There is a harvest, hidden there,

But laborers are few.

A preacher bold, the need is great,

To tell them God’s good news.


A Gospel call, perhaps the last,

Before their souls depart.

Oh Christian won’t you take the time,

To hold them in your heart.


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.


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.


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.