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The Judge

When the House of God stands empty, And the people no longer care, And when they live like they will live forever, As if God is unaware. Our God is watching over ALL, He sees when people do not care. He keeps accounts…He takes notice. One day He will judge the affair. Today, God is a God of Love, With longsuffering… He still calls. But one day he will be our JUDGE. We will stand before Him with it all.

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Kyle Kriticos

Date: 4/3/2018 1:17:00 PM

Absolutely true! We can differentiate between "the fruits of the spirit" and the desires of the flesh, but never can we use the condemnation that belongs to God. Well done!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/3/2018 8:01:00 AM

Beautiful, heartfelt, hands up awesome, Betty.

Justin Worthy

Date: 6/27/2016 11:30:00 PM

Bravo. Hands down. I a salute you to this beautiful piece.

Betty Harp Butler
Date: 6/28/2016 11:34:00 AM

Thank you Justin. It's true, one day He will be our judge.