The Game Of Life (Poem)

 

The Game Of Life

Life's a game,
The stakes are high;
It's your bet until you die.

The choice is yours -
salvation is free,
But if you lose -
it's eternally.

Why gamble foolishly with your soul,
When sin just keeps on taking its toll?

Maybe it's time for you to take stock:
Place your bet with Jesus Christ - the Rock -
He's a sure win!

1992
Jerry Bouey

This poem was written very shortly after I trusted Jesus Christ for salvation (November 13th, 1992). Pretty simple poem, but it does make a strong point: What (or who) are you trusting in - in this life, and for eternity?

Matthew 1:21 And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins.

Acts 4:12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

Philippians 2:9-11 Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

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