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A POEM FOR THE AUDIENCE
THAT SPENDS TIME AT THIS WEBSITE
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When suddenly,
The presence of the Prince of Peace
Brought penitence,
My life of chintz
And tawdry things was over.
Christ:
Yes, this is the Man
Who died for me
At Calvary’s tree.
For my diablerie He suffered,
Gracefully ordained
To be my substitute. And
Although I spurned Him so
I know He died for me
Some two thousand years ago,
Laid low from the blows
Of His vicious creation.
Was He Elijah? No!
He claimed to be Messiah.
“You’re a liar,they cried and
They crucified the Lord of lords,
High upon a cross, where
He died for me.
And others, too.
He knew scores of
Sinners, taxmen, drunks, and whores
Who would do things
So terrible even we
Would not endorse them!
In the course of time,
They felt remorse and
Were made new, their
Wickedness no mighty force
Against the grace of the true God.
These sinners were more similar
To me (for whom Christ died) and you
Than we would care to admit.
But compelled by truthfulness,
I must confess your life
Remains a mess without Him.
If you do not know God’s salvation,
May I propose repentance?
Be blessed and acquiesce
Your life to Christ!
Perhaps suddenly,
You’ll say of the Prince of Peace:
"Yes, He died for me, no less!"
—by Murray James Morrison
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