How Hot

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How Hot

Searing heat, blazing sun,
Aussie summer has begun,
Grass is parched, our lips are dry,
Not a cloud floats in the sky.

People pray for some respite,
Hoping the temp drops through the night,
’If only we could get some sleep’,
Tired workers almost weep.

Summer heat is so severe,
To venture out, we almost fear;
A long sleeved shirt, a shady hat,
We dare not go with less than that.


We carry water as we go,
And envy those beset by snow,
The telly shows them bound by ice,
And in our heat, we think that nice.

But this is just a short term thing,
We still have autumn, winter, spring,
There is still hope while in the world,
Before some, to the pit are hurled.

It’s not a thought we like to think,
And from such talk, we often shrink;
Yet if we claim to trust God’s Book,
It is a place we need to look.

For those we love, (that should be all),
Could into danger, blinded, fall,
And curse us through eternity,
"Why’d you not tell me, what I’d see?

You shared a drink, perhaps a chat,
A cup of coffee, why stop at that?
Now, why on earth, did you not tell,
The dangers that I faced, of hell?

You said you loved me, I was your friend,
And yet you hid my gruesome end.
You did not tell the Love you knew,
I never heard His Word from you.

I may have laughed, I may have scorned,
But surely, friend, you should have warned,
That without Christ, I’d burn in hell;
I think you should be here as well.

But you knew Jesus as your Lord,
For someone told you of His Word,
There was someone for you, who helped you see,
I wish you’d been the someone, who dared to help me.

I wish you had risked my disbelief,
I wish from this heat, there was some relief,
But I can wish with all my might,
It’s too late for me, to reach His light.

But for my sake, if you did love me,
Tell all you know, so they may be free,
And in your telling, be bold, be brave,
Just think of the joy, for those you help save

Think of the souls, in eternity glad,
For the chance that they might never have had,
If you had not done, what God told you to do,
Just ‘cause you thought ‘someone’ was better than you.



There’ll always be ‘someone’ can speak with more skill,
Or someone you think, more ‘in tune with God’s will’,
But you are His servant, His child, and His choice,
And there are those lost, whom He’d have hear your voice.

So speak out His love, and His power to save,
And make sure you speak it your side of the grave,
Don’t wait till they’re gone, to wish you had said,
For there is no telling them, once they are dead.

And pray that your Lord, who has conquered the grave,
Will give you continuous souls to help save,
For each one you tell, will tell others as well,
And millions escape this torment of hell."

And so, as we thank God, for a cooler day’s break,
May He bring to our hearts, for lost souls, such an ache,
That we feel a compulsion, to share out His Love,
And help reunite all, with their Father above.

May we speak of our Lord, and of His saving grace,
May we speak of the love, that shines out from His face,
May we warn of the danger, that awaits them in hell,
But share of the joy, of salvation as well.

May we pull them away, from the torment and fire,
And help them to focus their hearts so much higher,
May we give them a foretaste of God’s love for each one,
Tell His plan of salvation, since before time begun.

May we take our commission, go forth, do our part,
And give them the chance to take Christ in their heart,
When our time here is over, when we reach this life’s end,
May we hear from our Saviour, "Well done, faithful friend."

© 23/1/06