Have You Heard
I was sitting on my front porch early one Sunday morn,
listening to the music nature plays; when I noticed an old
man walking slowly, talking to someone I could not see.
He noticed I was starring as he came closer to me,
then he stopped and smiled so sweet.
"Have you heard what they did to my Savior, so long
ago in a town so far away?"
They nailed Him to a cross, and let Him die, but He ask
that forgiveness be given to them, from His Father in
Heaven so high.
"Have you heard He arose one Easter Morning, and His
Spirit could be seen only by those who believe?"
"I came to tell you He is right here walking with me, and
He sees everything going on in our world today."
"One day soon, all His children will take a journey, to His
Kingdom in the sky, " and you know, I'm ready anytime He
comes for me," and then he wiped the tears from his eyes."
"Have you heard He offers Salvation," do you believe you
just saw me?"
"Have you heard about our Savior?"
"Have you read the headlines today?"
"Do you know Him, and will He know you, on
our Judgement Day?"
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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