There is no middle ground, no neutral shore,
No quiet fence where one can safely hide—
The line is drawn by Heaven’s holy sword:
You stand with Christ, or in the darkness bide.
He spoke it plain, the words that cut like flame:
“Whoever’s not for Me is set against.”
No half-way soul can play the neutral game—
Eternal stakes demand a full consent.
Born once of flesh, we enter stained and lost,
Children of wrath beneath the serpent’s claim;
But grace breaks in when sin is counted cost—
Repentance turns the key and calls His name.
The blood He shed on Calvary’s cruel tree
Cleanses the guilty who will humbly bow;
The Spirit breathes new life, and eyes now see—
A second birth that makes the dead one live.
Choose wisely, soul—tomorrow is not sworn;
This fleeting breath could be your final plea.
The narrow road to life, or broad to scorn—
Your destination hangs on “Lord, save me.”
He waits with open arms, not willing any
Should perish in the fire that never dies.
The choice is yours, but mercy calls today:
For Him… or lost forever. Decide.