Now Or Later Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Sinners, all need a brand new birth
You, me, persons, whoever
People cry, whilst here on earth
Sinners, in hell, forever

A few consider this here
A few knowledge will win
Wisdom will teach few to fear
The consequence of sin

Each needs to choose where we belong
The countless or the few
To do what's right, to do what's wrong
To harvest each is due

One and all, has freedom of choice
From birth until the grave
To seek, to find, hear God's voice
One's precious soul so save

By faith, not a few sinners find
The Way, toward their goal
While lost, many, still deaf and blind
To hell; will lose their soul

Though Jesus! The living God's calling
With loving arms held wide
Beseeching everyone falling
To safety come inside

Though the world, through constant wooing
Displays daunting pleasures
Entices many pursuing
Vast enormous treasures

Few think of life, of Christ God's Son
Through lustful self desire
Unmindful, soon all will be gone
Except hell's pending fire.....