The price is paid, so we can choose, eternal Life, or Pain; The sanity, of rejection, escapes me. Please think it over again. AMEN
Knees Like Tree Bark
By Arley Steinhour 090511
We need to have fallen upon our knees
so much the skin looks like bark on trees
Knees worn until you might want to cry,
With heart full of Him though, you'll never die.
We spread His word, about Free Salvation,
Completely now, cross every Nation;
Yet, peoples hate Christians everywhere,
The news, God Loves them, they don't care.
'Man can make a better place,
while throwing God's ways in His face;
Becoming more and more like gods;'
which will force the use of His 'Iron Rod.'
Soon, I feel, our knees will heal,
In the time it takes to serve a meal;
Mansions built, Table set,
What, you mean we aren't there yet?
Many people left behind,
Good and bad, every kind;
those who 'Chose Him,' seconds too late,
now have Seven years to wait.
Jesus won't make any one Repent,
Even though He paid the 'Price,' not 'rent.'
Waste not that terrible price He paid,
Accept His Gift, before it can't be Played.