I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

ozymandias – percy bysshe shelley, 1818

untitled journal entry:

past power, rank or prestige is no kind of permanent place holder. things people deem important hold no real weight or strength when the day of wrath comes. the ground will be swept clean & then sterilized. there is no hope to cling to unless it is from God. there is no comfort unless we find it in YHWH. there is no solace unless we are covered by the hands of the Lord God Almighty.

God’s plans will always win out in the end, and just because His love and mercy will stay His hand for a short time, we should never mistake that apathy or that we may have managed to get away with something.

everyone’s tab will be pulled for payment one day, and unless you have already made arrangements ahead of time, there is no way you’ll be able to once closing time comes. there will be no plea bargaining at the register. look, then, to God’s mercy, seek out His grace. it’s there for the taking, there to be had. it’s freely given, and everything will be considered paid in full. look to God for forgiveness and it’s yours. all you have to do is ask, and then live for Him, as He requires, day by day.

God’s desire is that all should be saved, but He loves us enough to let us choose Him. i pray we can all make the right choice in time…