The End of the Game


	The End of the Game I’ve heard that death makes us equal but this I cannot believe, For then we go to our reward or damnation we receive. For death is like the buzzer that signals the end of the game, You either have victory with Jesus or defeat your soul will claim. Believe me sport’s fans you can’t argue the referee’s call, He has never made a mistake He knows exactly what He saw. So we must prepare now for we know not when the game will end, Let’s join the team of Jesus so to the winners’ circle the ref will send. JRS © 4-24-00 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved