By Elizabeth Prata
From whence does your hope spring?
From this thing or that thing?
They will pass away.
On what does your foot stand?
On filthy mud? Unstable sand?
You will fall.
On what does your eternity rest?
Your works? Your deed or words you thought best?
They will be rejected.
Jesus is the hope, the rock, eternal life.
The narrow path, the bread of life, the door, the gate-
In Him we reach eternal state.
In Him and only Him is the way.
“The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe in the gospel.” (Mark 1:15)
poetry by EPrata
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