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Capture the Rapture
I was there the day the Lord came a callin' His voice was strong that Monday mornin'. He called up the souls that were there to take And the lines went from earth up to heaven's gate. I waited for my name to be called as well But when it wasn't, to my knees I fell. "Please Lord" , said I as I lifted my voice "Take me along with You, as it is Your choice." Then it flashed before me and I knew I hadn't been the person on earth that I was supposed to. Wasn't I the one who always said, "Don't get mad...get even!" Well, that's what He was doing...just by His leavin'. I wasn't as kind or forgiving as I should have been That was my crime...that was my sin. I wanted to go with that Raptured group Instead I was left to write more for the Soup. I needed to learn that in so many ways It was my fault that I needed to stay for more days. Perhaps, should I learn how to be a better man The Lord would to me...next time extend His hand. But for now I was to stay where I am Crying for pity and forgiveness to get out of this jam. For the Lord sees all from His throne on high Even the smallest smudge will not get you nigh. What do I say except, "I'm sorry, Lord..." There is nothing else...no more precious word. And I must learn to say it a thousand times more To those others like me that I've hurt by the score. For it is their forgiveness which I must first capture If I want Jesus to take me...whence comes the Rapture.
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