Our life is like the seasons.

First, a small child in spring.

Then in the summer of our life,

a young adult is seen.

Next, we reach our middle years.

We're in the autumn now.

Then winter brings the final years,

with wrinkles and gray hair.

When our life on earth is over,

what's beyond our final breath?

If only you're a child of God,

you passed the final test.

But if you don't know Jesus,

then woe to you, my friend.

For where your final days are spent,

you can never comprehend.

Hell is hot and final,

and you won't have any peace.

You had your chance but lost it,

and your pain will never cease.

Emily McAdams

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