Call On Him
A man with thorns upon his head,
A wound in side profusely bled.
The world he so courageously led,
Just as he so at the beginning said.
If ever you do ponder to think,
Of one so suffered and given vinegar to drink?
Many a man has wandered night and day,
Never stopping a moment to pray.
Oblivious to the results on judgement day,
They continue to sin and make their hay.
We are responsible for our own downfall,
Having failed to pay attention to his clarion call.
Isn’t it time to hear God’s cry,
It may be too late when its time to die.
Let’s wake up and dream of paradise,
Where we sip on nectar and tell no lies.
The devil he’s there for all to see,
But this was not of God’s decree.
The life we live is of our choice,
Just follow Jesus and thus rejoice.
- Prince Freakasso
(Artist and Poet)
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