A Choice to be Made, Not Delayed
Beware of dungeons full of ice
And cold Satanic flame!
The Shepherd you knew long ago
Is calling you by name,
And though, before, you spurned His voice
And turned His Love away,
He still holds out a Final Choice:
How long will you delay?
He'd save you from your deepest loss
And heal your utmost pain,
His broken body on the Cross
Would give you Life again!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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