Esther Agyemfra, COP H. Q., Accra

1.

The Spirit came at CHILDHOOD,

and pleaded, "Let me in."

But thoughtlessness and sin reigned

"I am too young, " the child replied.

"I will not yield today. 

There's time enough tomorrow!"

The Spirit went away.

 

2.

Again, He came and pleaded,

In YOUTH's bright happy hour.

He came but heard no answer;

For lured by Satan's power,

The youth lay dreaming then

And saying, "Not today!"

"Not till I've tried earth's pleasures!"

The Spirit went away!

3. 

Again, He called in mercy,

In MANHOOD's vigorous prime

But still He found no welcome.

The merchant had no time

No time for true repentance.

No time to think or pray.

And so repulsed and saddened,

The Spirit went away.

 

4.

Once more, He called and waited

The man was OLD and ill.

He scarcely heard the whisper

His heart was so cold and still

"I'll call for Thee," he cried.

Then sinking in his pillow

WITHOUT A HOPE, he died.

 

 

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