AT A PRAYER meeting in a country town in western Washington, a young man appeared to be much convicted of sin. He was urged to accept Christ immediately. He hesitated, but finally said, “I will surrender to God when I have finished hauling logs; I have a month to work yet.”
Four weeks from that day he and a young friend went swimming in Lake Lacomas. He was using bad language in the dressing room. Plunging into the lake, he swam into the deep, cold water. Suddenly he was taken with cramps; he screamed wildly for help, then sank to the bottom — drowned.
He was one month too late!
Why unbelieving? thou canst be blessed,
Jesus will pardon, He’ll give thee rest.
Why wilt thou longer wait?
Haste to the open gate,
Come ere it be too late,
To Jesus come.
Why unbelieving? trifle no more;
Death may be near thee, e’en at thy door.
Come with a broken heart,
Come helpless as thou art,
Come choose the better part,
To Jesus come.
ML-12/29/1963