IT'S NEVER TOO LATE

The Bible teaches us,
God put heaven in every man's heart.
And the devil is always striving,
From Him, to tear us apart.
Many of us have come to the Lord,
And for whatever reason, strayed.
Usually it's for mistakes we have made,
And we judged ourselves unworthy and we ran away.
Then from time to time when we're in darkness,
The faith of God wells up in us.
And for a moment hope is rekindled,
As we feel His righteousness.
Alas before repentance takes control,
Those deceptive thoughts start creeping in,
And before we know it, we're submersed again in sin.
But friend I'm here to tell you,
It's never too late.
Unless you're six feet under,
Then there is time to change your fate.
However don't think it's going to be easy,
Remember some wounds take longer to heal.
But if you'll make up your mind like the prodigal son,
The Father will run to meet you and His grace washing over your soul you will feel.
So take heart wayward Christian child,
And let the blood of Jesus lift that weight.
Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord,
And He will make your crooked paths straight.
Don't let one soul judge you,
After all, it's not their place.
Because in the end of days my friend,
God is the only One you will have to face.
Finally remember the Lord is patiently waiting,
And this poem He put in my heart may be for you.
Rise up and put the devil in his place,
And let God apply the balm of Gilead to your wounds.

James 5:19-20: Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert him; Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.

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IT'S NEVER TOO LATE

The Bible teaches us,
God put heaven in every man's heart.
And the devil is always striving,
From Him, to tear us apart.
Many of us have come to the Lord,
And for whatever reason, strayed.
Usually it's for mistakes we have made,
And we judged ourselves unworthy and we ran away.
Then from time to time when we're in darkness,
The faith of God wells up in us.
And for a moment hope is rekindled,
As we feel His righteousness.
Alas before repentance takes control,
Those deceptive thoughts start creeping in,
And before we know it, we're submersed again in sin.
But friend I'm here to tell you,
It's never too late.
Unless you're six feet under,
Then there is time to change your fate.
However don't think it's going to be easy,
Remember some wounds take longer to heal.
But if you'll make up your mind like the prodigal son,
The Father will run to meet you and His grace washing over your soul you will feel.
So take heart wayward Christian child,
And let the blood of Jesus lift that weight.
Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord,
And He will make your crooked paths straight.
Don't let one soul judge you,
After all, it's not their place.
Because in the end of days my friend,
God is the only One you will have to face.
Finally remember the Lord is patiently waiting,
And this poem He put in my heart may be for you.
Rise up and put the devil in his place,
And let God apply the balm of Gilead to your wounds.

James 5:19-20: Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert him; Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.

Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ