Prepare
Say the word, if you'll be free
Accept their blame, to be like Me
With opened eyes, you shall see
Lay bare your soul, on bended knee
For but a price, I surrendered My life
My peace exchanged, for all their strife
My heart pierced deep, as if by knife
Nailed upon a cross, their hate so rife
But on your own, you cannot obtain
A place within, the eternal domain
So deeply strive, steady course maintain
And from all vice, you must refrain
Humbly enter, the worthy chase
Abandon all, the filth and base
Implore My grace, for your sins to erase
Only then will you see, the Father's face
Copyright © Theodore Zendarski | Year Posted 2018
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