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A Candy Coated Jesus

Why is it that we always try To candy coat the truth. We treat our congregations like Impressionable youth. We let them think they do enough In following their goal, By tending to their own affairs, And saving their own soul. But anyone can save themselves, For if such deeds sufficed, A lighter path would have been walked, By those who followed Christ. Prophets would not share prophesies, No saints would risk their lives. Paul would have told the faithful few To go home to their wives. But that was not the road they walked, They shared God's truth, and grace. They did not build THEMSELVES a church, Nor tarry in one place. They were as free upon the earth As animals and birds. They roamed the world, in search of souls Who wished to hear their words. They didn't candy coat the truth, Or promise salvation, In order to inspire the crowd To make a donation. For the truth had made them wealthy, Their spirits full of light. While the world saw only beggars, They were rich in God's sight. They did all that was asked of them, They carried our Lord's flame. And if this task was asked of you, Could you have done the same? That question was rhetorical, We both know you could not. You'd have to give up everything... Your life, and all you've got. It's easy using empty words, To boast of things we'd do. IF one day the Lord should choose To chart this course for you. But if we do not have such faith, Would Jesus even ask, If He knew it would prevent us From completing the task? The truth is...we don't do enough, To walk the righteous path. We think our ways will lead to grace, When they might lead to wrath. Put your candy coated Jesus, And pretenses away. If you don't face the truth right now, You will...on Judgment Day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/27/2011 5:48:00 PM
I've met alot of so called Christians who live the high life and never commit their time to any cause that helped the under privileged. But to hear them talk, they're the greatest of all God's children, and what they have are rewards from God for being so - good. Another excellent poem brother.
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