Shall you too dump his grace and flee,
And be ungrateful as the wretched flea?
Or shall you now take up his plough
And follow in faith, long as breath'll allow?
Turn away from sin, let your heart not falter
For His Salvation awaits on golden platter.
Open wide your troubled soul and receive
The Life saving breath only He can give.
It takes no more than bent knees,
And prayer that's made of heartfelt pleas.
For Him to take you back, washed down,
And fit for heaven's glorious crown.
In Heaven's streets sweet respite we'll know.
But none shall enter through it's window
For always wide open is its golden door
To all that'll bid bye to the man of before.
Today is the day to embrace His grace,
Today is the day for the first step of the race.
Yes today. Don't wait for tomorrow's dawn:
Before then, your last breath may be drawn!