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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There’s an aborted child at the gate in heaven; WHO AM I He’s just been murdered because the woman and government has the RIGHT Now… Just WHO AM I Knowingly, justifiably Fulling unrighteous choices And where are all those aborted voices Here standing under the tree; Here beside God and Jesus in Heaven Fifty child molester, murderer; Whom am I to judge? The final judgement, the final call was Did he repent did God forgive him Though his victim was young One thing for certain he’s gone.. The child has been recited by the master He’s standing beside Jesus and the Master WHOSE AM I Knowingly, justifiably Fulling unrighteous choices And where are all those aborted voices Here standing under the tree; Here beside God and Jesus in Heaven Wife abuser, striker; Hit her once to often; Now she’s in a coma; You said you loved her; But love, true love doesn’t hurt; She finally died; You’re a murder, wife abuser unrighteous man; An adulterer, your new woman you’ve burned; So the authorities after you; You too need repentance and forgiveness too; He you stand on death roll On your dying breath you were told You heard a still small voice in the air; As you cried and ask God for, forgiveness…. It’s not up to me to judge? Maybe, just maybe. Like the thief on the cross Next to Jesus his last dying words we’re lost In paradise he too shall be He repented gracefully Knowingly, justifiably Fulling unrighteous choices And where are all those aborted voices Here standing under the tree; Here beside God and Jesus you and me in. . . Heaven 6/19/19 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
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