Last Call

Ere fall of the world shall come to an end,
Ere last of a fading beauty does rend
Like tears from oaks of righteousness welling
Shall healing petals call a compelling
And wooing call, Come one, come all
To healing waters—Forget thy fall
But taste and see that the Lord is good,
His lovingkindness misunderstood
For offer has come and gone undetected
Like foreign princes under-respected;
But now alas at end of days
Give up thy quest, give up thy ways,
But only buy what sick ones need
At cost to none, forget thy greed
And come to suck the living water
That quenches every son and daughter
Of that High King who falls and rises
Revealing all, transcending guises,
That thy slack heart can be refreshed
And to His Story be enmeshed
By that same loving water flowing
Unto thy helpless soul for knowing
His freely offer’d gift of grace
That even now would forfeit place
Of His own Son so willingly
That He might live on end with thee.