If we don’t want any part of God, we don’t hurt his feelings. We will find him in complete agreement. Isn’t that why he created hell?
Right now the door to his love is wide open. If you don’t want to go in, God is not particularly offended. He left us with a choice for a reason.
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By His Grace
You have a right to reject the Gospel of Christ Jesus.
You have a right to refuse his open hand of love and friendship.
You have a right to believe there is no God.
You have a right to refuse to obey the Lord Jesus.
You have a right to believe you can save your self.
You have a right to withhold the Gospel from Man.
You have a right to refuse to read the Bible.
You have a right to refuse to pray.
God has given man free will. But considering the outcome of exercising those rights, I have no idea why you choose to do that.
By His Grace
All men love the truth, for a moment or two or three.
Whisper in their ear, and their eyes alight with glee.
But speak of their obligation, and their lamps quickly grow dim.
For they desire glorious reception. Certainly not to obey Him.
By His Grace
We could write about the joy and war of walking in “The Way”.
But what a waste of words for those who pleasure all the day.
The quiet joy of righteousness they know no thing about.
Just mention “Thanks through holiness”, you’ll see them shudder and pout.
For what they need to hear will fall on plugged up ears.
They consider such great words as only from their peers.
But shall we hold the pen in place,
Though such refuse to run the race?
Perhaps tis not to them we write,
But those who seek with all their might.
The audience is not the question.
We simply write God’s clear Salvation.
They cannot say amen to such,
As love the way of man so much.
But there are those who hunger still.
We write that they may have their fill.
For none will have eternal part,
But those clean hands and purified heart.
No sin will never enter in.
Beautiful wretches! Let them begin!
Lovely souls with hearts contrite.
Lacking hope and void of might!
Their beds awash with tears of fright,
From crying all throughout the night!
Come repentent ones and taste
Forgiveness and “The Righteous state”.
By His Grace
Why did you leave in such a great hurry?
It was not that your work called your name.
For once in the door, to your coffee you scurried.
A sigh left your lips without shame.
Did good conscience allow you to taste the small sips?
Did you listen to conscience at all?
While in haste you retreated from my threatening lips,
Your darkness still covers your pall.
Opportunity came and was wasted again.
You had not the strength to ask.
The hope that releases the severest of pain,
Is forsaken for some trivial task.
We: Live, Die, Face Judgment. Jesus or die twice.
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