These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Lasting Fragrance

The days of life are passing fast,
and will my days be wisely used?
Create my breaths of form, that lasts
with Thine own precious breath infused.

My love of Man's redemption's fare,
though love from me seems hatred oft.
My stand on Truth some cannot bear,
whose fathers bore the Lord aloft.

The days of mercy have an end
when God of Justice calls to stand
each human being, foe and friend
accountable to His firm Hand.

Oh, list to His Dear pleading Voice
to find your refuge 'neath His Wings.
Salvation's free by His own Choice
to purchase choirs, who ever sing.

The fleshly days are passing fast,
but things I do for Christ are wise.
His payment made will ever last.
My gratitude He'll not despise.

To serve my Lord, that men be saved
removes great Hatred, sting of death.
So blessed by souls no more depraved,
that hope's expressed through every breath.

The days of mercy have an end
for those, who do not love His Gift,
but Mercy evermore will tend
His loved ones He from lostness lift.

His Voice so tender calls your name
enfolding you with Love Divine.
The weakest look removes your shame.
He robes you for His Meal to dine.

His fragrant hope your conscience fills.
You see His Face as you refuse.
No peace is ever through your will.
No savior other can you choose.

The lasting fragrance of His dear breath
is like a rose to open hearts,
but pungent odors, filled with death
when blest Salvation never starts.

Your breaths are now His gift to you.
Your beating heart is Mercy's ring.
Your life's a mist and when it's through,
I pray you'll have great joy to sing.

The days of life are passing fast,
and will our days be wisely used?
Create a fragrance that will last
with Thine own precious breath infused.

by Jay O'Toole
on October 30th, 2019