I was a person when first conceived,
though some don't think that – some don't believe.
Once we're all started on our race,
we go different directions, each our own pace.
Each one different size, each a different shade,
but our blood is the same, because we are God-made.
I may be happy, I may be sad,
Most times I'm good, but sometimes I'm bad.
I obey God or not during my life here below.
God gives me a mind to choose how I go,
But one thing is certain, indelibly sure:
God wants me to live right, no matter how long I endure.
I'll live forever, on earth: short or long,
but my place is in Heaven. That's where I belong.
In choosing my life, it's Heaven or Hell.
How I live here is how I'll ever dwell.
I'm too old to die young, but I don't know the day.
You don't know either – better walk in "The Way".
Choosing to live righteously is a real endeavor.
Breathing our last here is when we are severed –
But it happens to all – can't say it's never.
It's this year, or next year, or sometime – forever.
- by Netagene, August 28, 2013 -
I read the line: "This year, next year, sometime, never", in a novel. An Englishman was counting the cherry pits on his plate. As he touched each with his spoon, he said those words – that it’s sort of like "loves me, loves me not".