Eve Of Another Day

Here, now, on the eve of another day,
Something, really, that's a perpetuating occurance,
I look back on the past and try to recall certain events
Which have blueprinted tomorrow and the ones after.
So many mistakes, so many, I tell you, 'tis sad,
And I wonder if there is a way to be forgiven for them.
Then it occurred to me that it was told to me
By the preacher man that there is a feller named Jesus
Who hung on that cross at Calvary,
Where He swore to The Lord that His Will had been done,
And thus, the world and its people had been cleansed,
Cleansed of the personal filth, the baggage,
The uncleanliness you and I simply recognize as sin.
Yes, Jesus died on that cross,
But there were, and are, an infinite amount of tomorrows
For both us and Him so long as we believe.

In times of trouble, I often forget those lessons and values
Instilled in me by my folks. How foolish I am.
Jesus is ubiquitous. Jesus is omnipotent.
He is us, and we are Him. We are the body of The Christ.
We are beholden to Him for all He has done,
Yet all He asks is for our undying devotion to Him,
To know Him and The Lord. Not too much, now is it?
Nobody is perfect. We all sin. And we are to pay for that sin.
Our punishment without Jesus is an eternity in hell,
So we better pay homage well.
Don't worry if you've not done so yet.
You can still make it count.
The past is past, and we're on the eve of another day.