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
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Very interesting and thought-provoking. A sorry saviour and impossible sinner. Curious dilemma. It harks to the "christian" gospel with familiar twists, yet seems unBiblical. Interesting indeed.
fhnx how unbiblical?
Well, it presents the saviour as helplessly unable to save the sinner, since here the power really belongs in the hands of the sinner. Yet the Word of God does not indicate (so far as I presently understand) that the Lord is so helpless nor we the sinners so capable to resist His desire. Consider He says "which were born not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God," and "Who is able to stand before Me?" or "who hath resisted His will?" I am not communicating it as I wish, but do you see at all what I mean? The Bible presents that God alone has the power to save us, not that we can so readily resist Him, to be flaunting ourselves against a miserable "saviour" who helplessly watches us perish, so far as I presently understand. Thanks for your kind reception!
I really like this one, its different.
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