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Always a decision


Drenched in sin

Looking for nothing

A savior I needed

A savior I didn’t want

He called several times

I always ignored

Even on my dead bed

HE gave me another chance

A chance to be in eternity

Pride made it difficult

HE begged ,he cried

I still refused

So deep was I in sin

I couldn’t set things right

Tears continued to flow, the more I rejected

Why was it so difficult to give him a chance?

Unknowingly, my conscience was seared

He wish he could compel me

So much he wished he could force me to make that decision

But no! He couldn’t,

I wondered why?

“It had always been a personal decision” he said

Before I drew my last breath

I saw so much pain in his eyes

I had crucified him all over again

He offered me free salvation on a silver platter

But no, I refused

Maybe, just maybe that’s my lot in life

Eternal damnation