Once upon a time there was a man. He has his whole life planned out. But then he lost sight of who he was and slowly began to fade away.
He was so sure of everything he wanted and even more sure of how he could reach his goal. But then something hit him like a freight train and he forgot from where he began.
He closes his eyes every night in pain; thinking of everything he's missed. He opens his eyes the next morning just a shadow of the man that used to exist.
No one else knows his pain; no one else understands him at all. But even if they could he's not sure he'd let them. This is why pride cometh before the fall.
He lays down his head one morning; he just liues there on the couch. While no one is around he pours his soul out aloud.
All of his pain he is sharing to no one yet some one the same. For around the corner some one hears his cries of pain.
He turns his head to see them and he rises from his seat to run. Then he stumbles down the mountain and this man is now undone.
He closes his eyes seeing all of Earht's beauty, but then opens his eyes in hell.
His life as it has been is over. HIs final breath spent but not well. He won't see Heaven's glory. He died a sinner and was condemned to Hell.
Be not unnerved by history for death too will come for you and if you don't fall on your knees and ask Christ to save you. This man's fate will be yours too.
So Buenos Noches mi amigo. Go ahead now close your eyes and when you open them on the morrow think of how you'll spend you're life.
Copyright Timm Morris, August 29, Y2k
