He Deserves a Moment of Our Time
He Deserves a Moment
of Our Time.
On the cross He hung & bled.
When taken down . . . He was dead.
But in the grave He would not stay,
O’er even death, He’d have His sway.
Now He sits at God’s right hand,
Through Spirit’s power, rules our land.
He died for sinners. . . you and me,
For in the end.. . . Judgment will be.
But there’s a thing that you must do.
If in “The End “this works for you.
Accept Him now, o’er sin & strife,
Then you may have eternal life.
Then as a token of your thanks,
As you pause for hot beef shanks.
You might say some words of Grace.
Before you stuff your pudgy face.
Written by oldbuck
After he had seen a young family, say
a short blessing together in a busy
eating place. It didn’t take long,
but I’m sure the Lord was smiling.
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