The Gambler

For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?

Mark 8:36

Rolling the dice and skating on thin ice. 

Blowing like a tumbleweed, 
tossed about in the wind,
playing the face card
just to take it on the chin.

They say fortune favors the bold
Are you willing to bet the ranch?
A drowning man clutches at straw
but he doesn’t stand a chance.

Shooting in the dark
just to leave your life to fate.
You are playing with fire,
and it may be too little, too late.

We’ll all have our day in court,
beyond the point of no return.
There’s no rest for the wicked,
do you feel the burn?

Rolling the dice and skating on thin ice. 

All of us have lost the farm,
yet the Lord has paid our debt.
Heaven is at the doorstep,
a sure-fire Way and better bet.

Stop sitting on the fence, 
and get off that slippery slope.
Take a chance on Jesus,
He’ll have you hoping against hope.

You can live the life of Riley,
when you bet your bottom dollar.
You can take this to the bank:
in Christ, you’ll walk a little taller.

Come in from the cold,
His warmth will break the chain.
With God as your purpose 
you will be as right as rain.

Don’t gamble with your soul.
Let Jesus make you whole.

Poetry type: Free Verse made up of Idioms