You may run with the crowd
And sit in a pew
You may pray lengthy prayers
But it all means very little to you
Thoughts of doubt haunt you by day
They leave not at night
Oh, my soul, is it saved?!
Such thoughts echo in fright
Your life bears minimal fruit
But then, so does brother Jim's!
No one said Christians were perfect
But the man with passion - what about him?
Oh! How I would plead
And with all my strength I would beg
Make sure of your eternal destination
Before that final day
There will be no turning back then
No hope of freedom from pain
Yours will be the eternal agony
Because your pride made you refrain
Oh! Fall to your knees
Beseech His mercy
Then tell the world
The great gift He has granted
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This is the most frightening fact in our churches today. Those who attend and think they are "good". But God's response to them - "Depart, I never knew you." Your worse day on earth will be better than your best day in hell. But if this life is all you have, then this is the only heaven you'll know. Sobering.
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