When Whispers Death, Its Cruel Call!

When death is lurking near the bed, And beckons one on verge of death, Whose years were spent in toil divine, And senescence has weakened frame... Who dare prevent the Maker's call To righteous souls to embrace Him? God sets the time that's best for all - Ones made by His infinite love. The man of God has served Him well; Should we leave it to providence Or buy more time pleading to God, While taking him to His abode? Or is it wise to allow God To do things in His way and time? In pain and anguish, He spends hours; ‘God show your mercy on this soul! ' Why block the plans that God has made? The Potter's pot has filled to brim! ‘Do not regret to leave this earth Of sorrow, pain and grief and woes.' If you have served your God quite well, Accept His Holy Will His way; What's use of living some more years, When whispers death, it's cruel call? Who can discern the Maker's mind? Unfathomed stays His wisdom yet; God takes souls as best as He can; ‘He is your priest and righteous man! ' Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-10-2014