The World Passes Bye

This poem is by my great-grandfather, who was born in Minnesota 1906 and traveled across the prairie in a covered wagon with his parents and older sister.  A section of the book A Life Well Lived by Jim Gwinn features a story on him.  Click here to view the chapter online.

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The World Passes Bye

IV The Hand Writing on the Wall

by Orin Phelps

Written in 1995 at the Age of 90

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 On to an ungodly king and kingdom

how surely and swiftly the axe did fall

when meaning was given by the prophet Daniel

to the handwriting on the wall.

Again God Directed the hands of men to write

of the fate that would befall

to those who would not turn to

Jesus in answer to His call.

That great day of reigning could come so soon

that the life span of many would not be run.

Think not that you have tomorrow,

for even now the countdown could have begun.

It will all happen so quickly

in the twinkling of an eye.

First the dead in Christ shall rise

and be transported to the sky.

Then the redeemed among the living

all join them to be with the Lord in the air,

what a reunion that will be,

for the saints will all be there.

Forgotten now are the sorrows

the cares and the pains.

Forgotten are the concerns about ourselves

and our worldly gains

Before the throne of God we came

like a mighty crystal sea.

Praise the Lord you were there

and thank God there was room for me.

There was a note of sadness though

for among the redeemed no one was worthy

to take the scroll and open the seals,

that held the events that would soon transpire

that had so long been concealed.

Then a new song we sang

‘Worthy is the Lamb of God

and worthy of all praise,

for He has redeemed us by His blood,

and saved us by His grace’.

One by one the seals, He opened

that all that were present might know

that the earth was in tribulation,

and great was the distress and woe.

From the earth below far and near

there were sounds of bitter wails

that resound from the crowded corridors

and out along the lonely trails.

The echoes from the hills

will just repeat their awful cries

‘We could have been among the redeemed

but we passed the Savior bye’.

Then mighty horses and riders

roamed at will across the

length and breadth of the land

spreading war and famine,

death and destruction on every hand.

Were the Lord God not to intervene

all life on earth would be lost,

in those final days of judgment

in that mighty holocaust.

If any should read these words,

whose lives are lost and deep in sin

Jesus said ‘I am the way the Truth and the Life

but you must be born again.’

Now if the Lord should tarry

and you are still in sin and sorrow;

then accept Him today with delay,

that you may have a joyous tomorrow.

It makes no difference who you are

nor how hard you try

you cannot enter heavens portals

and pass the Savior bye.

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