Someday, Dearly Beloved

Thursday, Friday and Saturday were spent scrubbing and paintingthe house our son bought and moved into on Saturday.At first, the key he gave me, no matter how hard I tried did not work.I was on my way back home when he called again and said, 'try the back door.It's got to work in one of the doors!!' It did. In the back door...the first time I tried for some reason it didn't. Then, finally the deadbolt gave way and I stepped over the threshold...into his house. ..where the first order of business was to cover the pinky-red paint in the kitchen! The key episode evoked a picture of a deadbolt in all of us that with our last breath will releaseas we step through a door, over a threshold...into eternity!Our first 'order of business' will be meeting our Creator who loved us so much He gave His only begotten Sonto pay our way into Heaven, to break sin's curse throughSalvation through Jesus is the only key that will unlock Heaven's Door!Do you believe this?Are you ready if the inner deadbolt releases today? :1-10Then Jesus said to them again, “Most assuredly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. 8 All who ever came []before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them. 9 I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.10 The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly. ***Someday, dearly beloved, the chimes of Time will ceaseIts clime of hope and grace will fall like a leaf from a treeThe deadbolt that holds earth’s exodus at bay will releaseAs the soul sheds its cloak of dust for all eternity What serious business this; the trek from here to ThereWhat sacred undertaking is the living of todayFar more than what we eat and where we go and what we wearBut rather who we fear and worship, honour and obey Someday, dearly beloved, the fight of faith will endAnd nothing will take precedence before the throne of HeWho on the clouds of heaven in great glory will descendAnd the whole world will mourn as we behold His majesty No shadow of a doubt survives His countenanceThe Word from the beginning, through whom everything was madeWill still the chimes of Time; only the gift salvation grantsWill conquer death and hell; eternal life is no charade Heaven or hell, no in-between, hangs in the balance, ohSomeday, dearly beloved, Choice will receive its just rewardOf either everlasting joy or everlasting woe Someday, dearly beloved, Today will disappear  And all that matters then are riches money cannot buy The wealth of this world, fickle, like the trickle of a tear  Just things that thieves break in and steal, and greed's slaves justify Someday, dearly beloved, the chimes of Time will ceaseIts clime of hope and grace will fall like a leaf from a treeThe deadbolt that held earth’s exodus at bay will releaseAs the soul sheds its cloak of dust for all eternity © Janet Martin