Made to last

Am surprised at you my friend, shocked that you will choose this route.
Don't you see that you were made to last?

Sin (Disobedience to God) brought death; yes very true.
One day we all will drink of the cup called death.
That is not the end cause we are made to last.

Our days are numbered, timed and recorded.
And for each one we must give account.
The finite determines the infinite destination.
The temporal decides the eternal.

We were not born just to die.
We are born to live, die then live forever.
Death is just the one sleep that transits to another realm
We are made to last

Am not going to ask you stay,
But why rush to where you will finally go?
Why shorten your days, running to the door before your day?
Dear one you are made to last.

Eternal damnation awaits anyone who shortens his days
No reprieve for those who despises the new days apportioned to them.
No pain here anyways can compare with the eternal agonies
Beloved you are made to last.