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A Letter from a Sinner - by Sean York | |
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went through life like it was some kind of game, Every day I treated the same. From home to work, and home again, Never realizing I was in sin. But then one day, a fatal trek, Ended up in my final wreck. The flashing lights and my sharp pain, Then suddenly it was quiet again. When I woke up I was in a marvelous place, Where even the stones were touched by grace. Then music filled the air, and Jesus the Lord appeared there. He asked, "Why should I let you in?" I said, "I went to church and told others to repent their sin." But then an angel pulled out a book, His face bearing an awful look. The sky turned red, And then I saw him, the lord of the dead. He grabbed my arm and took me below, Oh! What a horrible show. Men held to the walls by iron chains, Screaming of all their fears and pains. Satan said I could write a message, one final letter, So I thought I had better. My point is don't wait, Because before you know it, it's too late, To repent from sin and with a nod, Turn whole heartedly to God. |