A Conversation

Written by: Michael Smith

I once met an atheist You know I never saw her smile She relented and I had time So we talked and walked for awhile The world and its actions were against her How can dreary perceptions be through beautiful eyes Her hope was in the money maybe fame A house of cards built on why's To my amazement she offered up an open mind And as we neared our conversions end I asked if she might consider some advice she said yes, so I introduced her to my friend His name was Jesus Christ In the Garden of Gesimine He bled Burdens of the world's sins upon His back Died, ressurrected so we might live again