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Preaching On the Corner

Here I stand on this corner, with my bible in hand. Trying to share Gods word as best I can. Seems no one’s interested, they don’t want to know. Do they know about salvation, or where they’ll go. If I could only get them to stop, maybe look my way. I just want to share with them what the Lord has to say. Well Lord shall I try another corner or will it be the same. Sometimes it makes me wonder why Jesus even came. Would He die upon that cross if He could see us today? Or would He throw His hands up and simply walk away? He’s given us a gift but we mock it with shame. Why the looks of contempt when you mention His name. People think you’re weird when you say you love our Lord, and Savior. Think you’re some kind of a nut, with a mental behavior. But you know what I don’t really care what they say. Cause I’m going to get out there and preach and pray just any old way. I’m gonna tell them about Jesus, maybe I can plant that seed. Hand them a bible, for it’s the water for that seed, John 3:16 is the verse they need to read.

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