The hour of physical death,
Is spiritually perilous too;
For no bargaining or hiding,
Can make this hour pass over you.
It is a doorway,
Everyone must journey through.
The Ancients knew
And long foretold it,
One should prepare,
If one hopes to see it through.
So what happens in this hour,
How should one be prepared?
Surely there is no difference,
What Spiritual peril can lurk there?
Satan. Ready. His forces squared,
His terrible evidence neatly prepared
for this 60-minute court…
So that he and his satellites of darkness,
Might terrify the soul by their detailed report.
For here in the hours last minutes,
The truth of the life lived revealed –
What they sowed in their life now witness,
What all supposed hidden. Unsealed.
This powerful unrest,
So deranges us,
That even Saints can be tricked by the strife `
To lose their entry into the kingdom,
To forget eternal life -
Turning suddenly from grace,
When confronted with their own Adams face.
The Devil does all this to make the soul believe,
They are outside the Lords care and His reach,
So they themselves turn themselves away,
Wander in obscurity forever astray…
Adopted by darkness they forsake the day…
So take special care of the dying,
For the Devil infuses his own insanity,
To keep sins unconfessed and in hiding,
And delay over burial vanity.
Prepare yourself too dear soul,
For your hour fast approaches,
Wherein the Devil will bring the lighted coal,
Full of hard reproaches.
Prepare yourself and know,
This hour will touch you too.
No force can snatch you from the Lords hand,
Except your own will and you.
When the Devil accuses
Remember your Christ –
Who died in your place,
