Poor sinner.  Pathetic wanderer in utter darkness.  Why do you choose to walk alone?

Do you know where you are headed?  Do you know what is to come?  You will surely appear before His Holy Throne.

Why do you make fun of righteousness?  Why such a sport do you play?

When tears and anguish will be your food, and hopelessness on that day.

Why not rise up.  He calls your name.  He offers you joy and peace.

“Tis too much work.  My body’s tired.  I’ll take this present release.”

Then add to your food, that of a fool.  For the fool desires slumber.

Yet on that day your mind will clear.  Your folly you’re sure to remember.