Five Minutes After I Die
By Anonymous
Loved ones will weep o’er my silent face,
Dear ones will clasp me in sad embrace,
Shadows and darkness will fill the place,
Five minutes after I die.
Faces that sorrow I will not see,
Voices that murmur will not reach me,
But where, O where will my spirit be,
Five minutes after I die.
Quickly the years of my life have flown,
Gathering treasures I thought my own,
There I must reap from the seed I have sown,
Five minutes after I die.
Naught to repair the good I lack,
Fixed to the goal of my chosen track,
No room to repent; no turning back,
Five minutes after I die.
Now I can stifle convictions stirred,
Now I can silence the Voice oft heard,
Then the fulfilment of God’s sure Word,
Five minutes after I die.
Mated for aye with my chosen throng,
Long is eternity, O so long,
Then woe is me if my soul be wrong,
Five minutes after I die.
O, what a fool — hard the word, but true
Passing the Saviour with death in view,
Doing a deed I can ne’er undo,
Five minutes after I die.
If I am flinging a fortune away,
If I am wasting Salvation’s day,
“Just is my sentence” my soul shall say,
Five minutes after I die.
God help you choose! Your eternal state,
Depends on your choice, you dare not wait,
You must choose now, it will be too late,
Five minutes after I die.
