Poetry

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Cutter, hater, fornicator,
to her, just another day.
Then someone came to her
and told her of the Way.

She heard she was loved by the Truth
and her belief led to that proof.

Who would know she’d meet the Life,
that this would be an amazing day?
Yet for Him His making her right
was just another day.

Drunken Goth, dressed in black,
he barely lived another day.
He was told Truth would come back
and lead him out of the gray.

He believed he was loved by the Truth
in his belief wept over its proof.

Who would know he’d meet the Life,
that this would be an amazing day?
Yet for Him His making him right
was just another day.

Today’s not just another day,
but the day of your salvation.
Prove it. Go to Him and pray.
Then walk in living fascination.

I believe you’re loved by the Truth
now believe and weep in its proof.

Who could know you’d meet the Life,
that this would be an amazing day?
Yet for Him His making you right
was just another day.

© 3-30-09

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