Death has a way of reminding and awaking us to the reality of this life. That any of us and every one of us whether big or small, rich or poor, famous or infamous has a date with the small box. Death meets us all and most of the times it’s not well mannered to book an appointment. The man of God, the good statesman, the witchdoctor and the rebel all have one sure destiny under the sun. They will die. Sure their deeds will make that a day of mourning or celebration depending on who you ask but in the end they’ll be dead. It’s the thing that reminds you that men however powerful and influential are mere mortals. Death sets apart the creator from creation; the clock of life unravels man’s weakness.
We can all agree death is brutal, a ferocious enemy that attacks without warning. It leaves rampage, distress and broken lives behind. But it also tells us that how we live matters because we are not here for as long as we imagine. We need back that Gospel message that said tonight could be it for you because many have been caught unaware without it. As much as we don’t like negative vibes I think we might do with a dose of reality in our modern day. As we motivate people to live their fullest, exploit hidden potential, walk like the boss let’s remember we are here only for a while. Actually the Gospel tells us our best life, our longest life is in the future beyond the grave.
Order your house today by ordering your heart. The Bible says only those who die in the Lord are blessed that is happy and safe. For them it’s more like retirement as they finally rest from their labours. Those who lived in rebellion on the other hand, those driven by human sin, the grave is the beginning of their troubles. I know this is uncomfortable, old fashioned and you’d rather we do a better and more appealing Gospel message. Meet people where they are, pick what they love and entice them in to buy the Gospel message. But if talk of death is not relevant to us perhaps it’s because we’ve slept in for too long. In this country you can’t go past a news bulletin without it. So we may as well look into the Gospel’s verdict on the matter and do so more oftenly.
13 Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.”
“Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”
When your breath fades And you hear the last bells When a voice whispers in your mind And deep in thought your hear a last word I wonder what will come to mind one last time
What will become of my life? Who will look after the children? What of my life plans and ambitions? What legacy do I leave behind after me? I doubt where you leave will matter that much.
Perhaps it’s what left undone The future you never got to enjoy That trip, that job, a final expedition I think it’s more how you leave that matters What awaits me across the bridge of life and death?
When I close my last what will happen? Who will receive me across the river ahead? What will become of my soul on this other side? Eternal peace and salvation or the lake of eternal fire When it comes to it how you leave will matter the most
It may seem like a millennia away But one day you’ll surely have your last The worst thing is it might come suddenly You may never have all the time and space to think So I thought I should give you this chance here and now
Let’s dream and reconsider this life Begin from the end coming backwards Have that last thought now before it’s too late Make it the most exciting thought you’ll have then To know tonight I’ll surely be with my Saviour forever
Run to him before the end comes Make him your rest and refuge today A hiding place when the worst happens Make your last thought your best thought To know he’ll be happy to receive your above
Every night I die on my bed The sickness of sleep overpowers me And I surrender my will to God Hoping to see the sun tomorrow I submit to my tired body And sleep like a little baby
Sometimes I wonder if this could be it What if I never woke up again But it’s happened so many times I rarely fear what might happen So I make plans for tomorrow Confident that I’ll cheat death again
It’s another night and I’m so tired A few minutes and I’m lying on my grave Deep in sleep unconcerned about tomorrow But why should I worry about tomorrow I know I’ll see the sun or so I hope It’s a faith that has kept me this far
But I know one day that night will be the last I can’t tell when and where but it’s coming But today I’ll sleep well and unconcerned Not in the bliss of ignorance or indifference But because of my trust in my God Not just for tomorrow but for all my days
Trust that when I sleep my last it won’t be the last For his word assures me of life beyond sleep Life beyond the merry or misery of tomorrow Life beyond the final grave below the ground And that he’s waiting for me on the other side To be with me and all who believe in him
So tonight I’ll sleep soundly on my bed And tomorrow I’ll wake up ready for the sun But if I succumb to sleep don’t you worry I guarantee I’ll see an even brighter sun As I’ll gaze on my Lord and Saviour In abundant, everlasting life