Written by: Victor P.
-Inquiries Unto the Lost
“‘Tis Unto Thee, Beloved of the World”
‘Tis unto thee, beloved of the world!
The darkness grips thine heart
And upon rays of light thou daredst not say
So many a vile and flaming word,
But hence thou must depart
For thine end nighs. Oh, dread that final day!
Hath it been far too long a time past
That thou seest not what shall last
When thou shalt leave this world, unsaved,
All that thou hast for labored, nay, slaved,
Shall be gone, disappear like a vapor
Along with the life thou didst savor
But wasted precious days in vain ways,
Indulging in sins, thine moves like sways
Of trees in tempestuous times of storms covering
The land with violent and deadly wrath uncovering
What futile hope the unsaved hast been holding,
But now truth hath been seen, now ’tis unfolding.
Where lieth thy hope, to keep thee from perpetual sighing?
Shall thou lo and behold carelessly thy own end nighing?
Unbeliever, what hast thou that we do not, verily not a thing more
Than we have now; we were as thou art now, we were lost before,
But we are saved souls now, found, returned to our Lord
And made new, new hearts, new life, by His mighty word!
Thy reticence showeth how hollow thy hope is, in truth.
What shall thou do when thou choose to reject the proof?
Hark! Come broken, come humble, come as thou art
Before the throne of grace, before thou shall depart
From this world where darkness and suffering roam seemingly free,
Hence thou shalt go but shall thou be saved or like a withered tree
Be consumed and return to dust, without hope for life after
What is now, without salvation? In hell is nothing softer!
Shalt thou hallow, shall thou blaspheme,
Or unworthy of praise shalt thou deem
The Creator, though He be Almighty?
Surely such things do not the mighty
But the foolish, being blind, uttering lies and spewing hate.
Lest thou perish with them, awake and see thy present state –
Thou art unsaved and bound for dreadful hell beyond the grave.
Shalt thou ignore or heed the call? Salvation thy soul must crave.
Oh, see that thou art guilty before God, Whom thou hast offended,
Transgressed His holy law, sinner, thou art condemned.
Oh, before thou die, come to the Lord and He shall mend
Thy broken heart and life and save thy soul before thine life hath ended.
‘Tis unto thee that these words be written
For I would not that thou shouldest be smitten
By the Lord’s wrath against thee, rebellious one
So I pray thou shalt come before the day is gone
For thou knowest not how long thou hast to live
So ignore not the call, to repent, to believe, give
Thine whole life unto the Lord, surrender to receive
A new heart, a new life, thy soul saved, come believe!
Note: I by no means know all the proper usages of but in the following poem I go by how I think it should be written, so if you read my attempt at older English and laugh at how many nuances or errors are found in it regarding grammar or something, have a laugh, knowing it’s only one of a few times I’ve written something in the attempted style of using older English and including rhyming lines. Also, I don’t follow some typical poem styles or structures, I prefer my own since it gives more freedom for thought flow and at least an attempt at originality, if there can be found in anyone’s writings. Anyway, feel free to like, comment, or do whatever regarding this poem I quickly wrote, in any case I wrote it for the glory of God and for a possible reaching of the lost who have not yet seen that without salvation they will go to hell when they die, and that’s a reality not to be ignored or made a joke of. Read, offer corrections of grammar or something like that. I’m not trying to win anything, I’m sharing the truth that cannot and must not be ignored by anyone.