Loved ones will weep o’er my silent face;
Dear ones will hold me in sad embrace;
Shadows and darkness will fill the place
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Faces that sorrow, I will not see;
Voices that murmur will not reach me!
But where, oh where, will my spirit be
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE?
Here I have feasted, worked and ranged;
Here I have flourished and grown estranged;
There, and then, it will all be changed
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
No way to change the good that I lack;
Fixed to the goal of my chosen track;
No room to repent, no turning back,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
Now, I can stifle convictions stirred;
Now, I can silence the voice often heard;
Then, fulfillment of God’s sure Word,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE.
If I am flinging a fortune away,
If I am wasting SALVATION’S day,
“Just is my sentence,” my soul shall say,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE!
NOVEMBER