Before It's Too Late

(Kind of wrote this in the style of a hymn)

If today you took your last breath,
and came face to face with death,
would you go straight to the Father,
to enter into heav'nly rest?

The passions of the world
fool you, only make you blind:
eat, drink, be merry--
for tomorrow you die.

God knows every careless
word, thought, and deed;
would you come to the Savior
to be washed and made clean?

Your righteous deeds are filthy
rags before the throne of God;
this gift of salvation
cannot by you be bought.

You have two major problems:
one bad record, one bad heart;
with this come hell's separation
from which you cannot depart.

You are dead in trespasses,
you hide your eyes from grace;
come and taste the living waters,
won't you rise and seek His face?

God commands you twofold:
repent and believe;
I know you're heavy laden,
cry out for this grace that's free.

Your life's but a mere mist,
think hard of what I've said;
please look up, see Jesus
before it's too late.