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To be condemned and sentenced By someone that you adore, To, suddenly, find your efforts were Received and used with scorn ... I honour a vicious liar Far more than the likes of these, Who plunge the knife in deeper When you're already on your knees. I worry about their future, when We stand before the throne, When even idle words demand And answer to God alone. Oh, yes, there will be weeping. But, I find no comfort in that. My only solace comes when I Remember He suffered attack. All the good He did and, then, They taunted their lies about - All the kindness that He always showed Mattered not to stop the shout ... Of "Crucify! Crucify! Wipe from the face of the earth!" The liars and scoffers repeated their scorn And danced around in mirth! Even when He marched through the regions of Hell, He didn't bring everyone out. Still, the hard price paid was enough to save Every one that will turn about. It's such a joy to follow, when He's leading and guiding the way, But, be sure of your heart's motive. It can lead to a perfect day! My heart hangs a little bit heavy At the way our enemy blinds; Hiding and lurking in shadows, Playing games with people's minds. That aren't on guard until we find We fell for the devil's trick. We're holding the knife and twisting it so; What, before, always made us sick. So, my friend, remember that Jesus Counts your hairs and the curl of your tongue. Weigh every word with caution. Listen before you've begun! For, in those final judgment scenes, You want to be sure and true! The fellow facing the Master of Love Will be no one else but you. Matt. 12:36 |
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