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Living among us,
Some thought he was weird,
Hair to his shoulders,
And sporting a beard,
Saying we’re brothers,
And we can have peace,
Wars keep erupting,
They never do cease.
Yet he keeps preaching,
“The time is at hand,
“Choose whom you’re serving,
Decide, take a stand”,
So few are chosen,
Yet many are called,
Very few seek him,
And more are appalled.
See, he is weeping,
For those who are lost,
Coming to free us,
Not counting the cost,
Down to meet Satan,
To capture the key,
Now he is risen,
So we can be free.
He is our Saviour,
The One, Son of God,
Though some believe him,
Some think he’s a fraud,
Choose you this moment,
Don’t sit on the fence,
God or the Devil,
The moment is tense.
There in the judgment,
He’ll ask us one thing,
“Did you take Jesus,
And make Him your King?”,
That one decision,
Affects every life,
Frees us forever,
So choose what is right.
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