Do You Know Who Wrote the Play? ...a poem from 2009

http://voices.yahoo.com/do-know-wrote-play--5069702.html?cat=10 Do You Know Who Wrote the Play? "All the World is but a Stage" Talks cheap and forever is never seen. Words fitly spoken are priceless. A tongue refrained is never mean. A helping hand is a blessing. Able to help someone else, is more blessed. Life it is full, it is empty, life it is all contained within a regulated mess. Tomorrow's come, tomorrow's pass, yesterday's are forgotten. Someday, our names will only be remembered by the one who blows the cotton... Life is ever so fragile it is true. Strength it lies in the bottled tears of rue... There are many who claim, many who proclaim... But on who's name? A false witness, like a broken tooth, is no help to the lost. Those lost; do not understand how much their final bill will cost. Listening to you, are your words so cheap. That in eternity many may weep. A blessing a nicety with your tongue you entertain to those who are lost. But my friend of what help have you been, when you've neglected the one who's paid the cost. You say, "I'm too busy, I have much to do, how can you expect me to wade into that mess..." Words you've said many a time a loud or perhaps in silence, as with words you bless... Thinking yourself to be something forgetting you are but a vapor. Here but for a moment, a moment passing through a world that is lost, dying and poor. Hearts are fragile it's true. But my friend, a hardened heart is most fragile of the all. Soon broken with many a rue-- You have made a profession you claim. But my friend on whose name do you proclaim? A lie of pride, could it be? A lie with a cost. Soon all will know that you were the one who was lost. "My life, it is such a mess..." So it's often said. We all know the rest. No time, no time, I'm busy you see. "Too busy, am I"... My friend, why trust in a misplaced lie? Remember my friend we are all but a vapor- Soon the Son will cross over even those so poor. Riches and status you've trusted in. But neither of these things will allow you entrance, without the Son, you cannot win. My friend think... on whose name are you trusting. Is it on your own merit, or is it on the one who brings the Spring. There is only one with the power to say "Enter In" Accept the Saviour it is the only way to win. There is only one way. It is God who for us wrote the final play...