At age ten :  Dear Jesus, won't you answer my humble plea,
    Give me assurance you came to die for me.

At age fifteen:   I now rest safe in Jesus and I know Him as my King,
    Thank you , Jesus, for waiting while I understood this thing.

At age twenty:   I asked but failed;  someday again I'll try,
    I'm young, I've plenty of time before I come to die.

At age thirty:    This religion demands quite a lot from me,
    I think I'll just wait awhile and see.

At age forty:    I've tried believing, but doubt there's any use,
    I'm sure God would never accept my frivolous excuse.

At age fifty:    There's no Heaven, no Hell, no God to save my soul;
    But if I'm wrong, I'll get another chance so I've been told.

At age sixty:    I haven't seen God while here on earth I've trod,
    To tell the truth, I'm not sure there really is a God.

At age seventy:   I use to think there was hope but now I only sigh,
    I may get another chance, but I doubt I'll even try.

At age eighty:   I've pondered many a year; now with downcast eyes I stare,
    Now my stony heart won't even let me care !

That's the way it is, dear friend, the longer you put Him off, the less apt you are to seek Him.