Self-sufficient, safe alone.
Death may take you before long.
No repenting, just a moan.
You're not strong before the Lord.
Cotton candy to the core
When you face His word-fire sword.
All will know your sordid score.
Buzzards then may pick your meat,
Tear your flesh, chew on bone,
Peck your liver as a treat,
Leave your carcass on some stone.
Friend, you need a rescuer,
Someone stronger than your pride,
Someone who can make your cold heart pure,
Give you his life down inside.
In this is love, not that we have loved God
but that he loved us and sent his Son
to be the propitiation for our sins.
(1 John 4:10 ESV)
This photo and poem are not pretty. Neither is the judgment for those who are still in their sins. Rush to Jesus Christ. His kindness and generosity are beyond your comprehension.