A Conversation
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
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